The Triune Being.

Gavin Terpstra

(Photo credit: Gavin Terpstra)

I’m in Love with the Triune Being.

 Darkness was under his feet and the hills danced with pleasure.

I circled round the sun and met four ministering angels.

They glared at me and I dodged their icy gaze.

I wondered why it was so and realised they were carrying the four pillars of the earth.

”What a difficult job,” I thought and they answered in unison.

”It’s not difficult daughter of Yahweh, you disturb the balance of life by coming here.”

”Huh, sorry,” and I scurried away through the universe.

I stopped over at the black hole and peered down.

Yet, His feet were there.

”Wow! You are everywhere!”

”Who’s there?” Yahweh bellowed but I noticed a chuckle in his voice.

”It is I, daughter of Yahweh.”

”What do you want?”

”I want to see your face.”

That was the last thing I remembered.

Whirlwind twirled me around and it tickles.

Then I saw Him, the face of Yahweh, my king and my Lord.

I felt unadulterated joy at the splendour of His majesty.

 His eyes were like mine, brown and merry.

When He laughed, the pillars of the earth shook.

He took me in His hands and I was lost in worship.

Such power. Such glory. Such honour!

I am in love with Him, He is my Triune Being.

The beginning and The end.

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This is my 74th post and today marks my sixth month journey as a blogger. I am immensely grateful for the friends I’ve met on the blogosphere, though I can’t blog often as I used to due to my many projects, still, I’m blessed by all the awesome posts I’ve read!

 I am honoured with countless awards and had  amassed massive followers, thank you all for your friendship!!!

This is my poetic thought for today, I’m grateful to God for all the joys in my life. I know life could be incredibly hard at times but we also have wonders of the universe too. The mountains, the smile of a newborn, first words of a toddler, the joys and pains of motherhood. Life is good, and my God is good too!

Thank you for reading my posts!

Much love, always:)

Seyi Sandra David.

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A Child’s Heart.

Funny Chinese Child Playing Boy

Funny Chinese Child Playing Boy (Photo credit: epSos.de)

 If children live with
criticism, they learn to condemn.

If children live with hostility, they learn to
fight.

If children live with fear, they learn to be
apprehensive.

If children live with pity, they learn to feel
sorry for themselves.

If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel
shy.

If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel
envy.

If children live with shame, they learn to feel
guilty.

If children live with encouragement, they learn
confidence.

If children live with fairness, they

learn justice.

If children live with security, they learn

have faith.

If children live with tolerance, they learn
patience.

If children live with praise, they learn
appreciation.

If children live with acceptance, they learn to
love.

If children live with approval, they learn to like
themselves.

If children live with recognition, they learn it is
good to have a goal.

If children live with sharing, they learn
generosity.

If children live with acceptance and friendship, they learn

to find love in the world.

                                            Dorothy Law Nolte.

I read this poem over and over again. Imagine a world where children live free from fear, when they grow up, they would impact the same to their children and the world would be a better place indeed!

Thank you for reading my post dear friends.

Love always:)

The Listener’s Dilemma.

 

George Popa!

( Photo credit: George Popa)

”I stayed true to my first love,” Hannah’s soft voice droned on and I was held spellbound by the simple life she’d lived. A life of dedication in the face of outright betrayal.

”I fell in love the first time I saw Michael,” and her face soften at the memory with traces of a smile lurking at the corner of her mouth, ”my dad worked for the KGB then, he’s now retired, he was  absolutely furious when he knew I was dating ”an alien.”

My eyebrows shot up at the ‘alien bit’ and she laughed when she saw the expression on my face.

”A nonRussian is an alien to my dad,” she explained and continued, ”when it was obvious our relationship would face outright persecutions, we fled Russian and came to London, got married and life was good. It was rosy for the first five years and then the late nights began, I tried to question his erratic behaviors but the back of his hands was my reply.

I was on the edge of my seat and Hannah’s voice was becoming strained but I said nothing still, just listened.

”The trips to Ghana was a surprise at first, and then when it continued I became worried. Money was not our problem, I would have lived in Ghana if he wanted me to but he said no. Ten years later, still no kids and we were still married. You can imagine my frustration and failure that I couldn’t give my husband what he wanted. I left everything for him, my family, my friends… everything!

There was silence, it was as if she was reliving the horror of it all. I said nothing still.

”One of his friends came to our house one summer evening, as usual, he’d travelled, and he told me Michael was celebrating his tenth year wedding anniversary, he brought the family pictures as proof and my world fell flat. Michael had five children for his other wife, he’d built his family a beautiful house in Accra! When he came back, he had the gut to call me a barren woman.”

”Where is he now?” I finally found my voice.

”He’s gone to the office and you know what?”

”What?”

”I’m pregnant, at long last… and the beatings has stopped.”

”Have you forgiven him?”

”No, but I still love him which was why I wondered at the true meaning of love. I can’t leave him…I’m forty-five years old and I’m pregnant with my first child.”

”What about his other family? That’s bigamy! Are you okay with that too?”

”We don’t discuss it.”

”Do you think about it?”

She nodded and that was it, we heard the sound of a car pulling up at the drive way, that was my cue. I stood up and Hannah gave me a bear hug then asked, ”If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?”

I couldn’t answer her question. I left her house dumbfounded and sad at the same time, no wonder the poor woman thought love was non-existent!

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That was the concluding part of ‘The Listeners,’ I hope you like it!

Thanks for reading my post, love always:)

The Listeners…

Hannah

Hannah (Photo credit: Steve Wyper)

”Love has been misused several times, it’s kind of meaningless.” Hannah said, a wistful look in her blue eyes, she looked so sad and I wanted to hug her. But I know there are times you just listen and not say a word. Just been there was all Hannah needed at that time and I listened with rapt attention.

My heart broke into a million fragments by her tale, I felt the alien feeling of fear gripped my soul, how could she have kept quiet for so long, how did she manage to keep her sanity?

”I love him,” she was saying and a lump rose up in my throat, I wanted to cry and then like a rainbow on a grey sky she dropped the bombshell!

Who is Hannah? What is her story? Why does she hate the word love?

Stay tuned dear friends, I’ll be back… or better still, can anyone tell me the story of Hannah? Can you dig deep and find the right words?

I’ll be waiting dear friends!

Much love, always:)

A Farce Called Honour!

Oak Tree on snowy Fields at Sunset

(Photo credit: Andréa Krappweis)

Your only crime was to fall in love.

And that was all there was to it.

What a farce called honour!

When your heart beat wildly with fear,

And you sleep with one eye open,

Then you have a lot to fear!

When the icy glares of your parents and relatives

Sends a chill to your bone and a sword to your heart

Then you’re in big trouble!

When you run wildly through the moors

With the angry face of your father behind you

The snarling breath of your brother on your face,

Be very afraid indeed.

When all you can see, is the bag on your head.

As the man who brought you to the world scream,

‘Rot in hell,’ The heavens shudder!

When you hovered over their heads,

As your lifeless body was hidden from view.

What utter betrayal!

Your only crime was falling in love…

Just another incomprehensible statistics on the

culture of evil perpetuated by hatred.

And a farce called honour!

A class system where the love of a mother ran

cold against the daughter of her breast.

Thanks for reading my poetic thoughts on parents from hell…

A Woman’s Sphere…

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”They talk about a woman’s sphere as

though it had a limit;

There’s not a place in earth or heaven,

There’s not a task to mankind given,

There’s not a blessing or woe,

There’s not a whispered ”yes” or ”no,”

There’s not a life, or death, or birth,

That has a feather’s weight of worth

without a woman in it.”

                                     Kate Field, Poet. (1838-1896)

I love this poem and I thought, why not share it and affirm to those words that I’m proud to be a woman (and a man too if you’re reading this), I’m proud of the fact that I can effect a change in a world filled with corruption and darkness, a world where demons walk in broad daylight and evil is extol with relish. I’m proud that when I effect a change in my world (family) I’m translating and infusing life and love into people of all ages. I’m proud to be a woman who chose to love people irrespective of who they are!

Are you proud of who you are?

Thanks for reading my post:)

A Lone Wolf?

 

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(Photo credit: Michel Mayerie)

I’m happy to be blogging today, (and every other day!) I’ve buried my nose deep in various book projects which would be an ongoing thing throughout this year but I’ve missed my friends and I’m kind of ”bloggy lonely” ( that’s my language by the way) and I found out that loneliness is real but do you know it could be utilised in a good way?

There are times when we are lonely or we think we are lonely that we should rather be sober… I mean, think deeply about life, family, friends, career, strangers (yes, people you pass by on the street) the universe, what we’re doing with our lives, are we positively impacting others with our behaviours? Or are we like pests? Where we only take and take, never giving anything back in return? I do that sometimes, you know, reappraised my life and try to improve where I think I’m lacking and stuffs like that.

 

Loneliness.

Loneliness. (Photo credit: deMiguel)

 

But I’m blessed with great friends and though a writer’s life could be lonely at times, where you’re surrounded by your characters even while you’re in a room full of people, your mind could still be racing, trying to figure out what to do with who…

Succinctly put, been a lone wolf is not actually a bad thing, but we shouldn’t forget to reach out when we ought to because there is time for everything in life…

I wish to appreciate all my friends and those who gave me awards, I’m profoundly grateful for the honour you guys have continually bestowed on me. In the meantime friends, love well, smile at strangers and be a cheer to a lonely heart today!

Have a great week!!!

Blessings to you all:)

 

Core…

Prominence Earth

Prominence Earth (Photo credit: Lights In The Dark)

 I watched with mouth agape at the volcanic eruption as earth spurted in anger.

‘What’s this? Why so much anger, so much stress?’

‘Because I’ve been so unfairly treated,’ said Mr. Earth,

‘By who?,’ I asked in fear.

‘By the sons of men,’ Mr. Earth replied with an ancient growl

that ruled the waves of the sea.

‘I’m tired of the bloodshed, the hunger and the tears of the innocent,

men raping women, children killing adults and babies,

evil abounds and I’m losing my patience

my core will spill out and it’s not going to be pretty.’

I was quiet, staring in disbelief as the rain of fire intensified

I’ll better run, I mused and found out my feet was glued

to the ground as lava moved stealthily towards me.

‘Only a change of heart can save your planet,’

Mr. Earth’s eerie voice receded into

darkness and I woke up!

It was all a dream…

”I Got You!”

Rainbow field

I’d totally prepared another post when I decided to take a little nap and my 2-year-old son sauntered after me. I groaned inwardly knowing my quick ‘shut-eye’ was fading into the shadows. Well he’s my son and I love him so we played on the bed, rumpled the sheets and like I suspected, he soon got bored and went back to the living room to watch ‘Agent Oso,’ on the T.V and play with his ten-year old brother.

I had settled into a blissful sleep, you know that kind where you feel as if you’re been rocked and your bed was moving in consonance to your breathing? Well, I was in that threshold when intuitively, my eyes flipped open, my son had climbed my bed and was sitting precariously near the edge, it seemed as if he was navigating a rugged mountain by the look on his cute face, and everything happened in a split second…

If my son had fallen from that bed, I’m sure the Queen would have heard his wailing in Buckingham palace, so I was not about to let that happen; his head had almost reach the floor when I caught hold of his ankle.

”I got you!” I said breathlessly and put him down, he smiled and disappeared from the room, calling out his brother’s name.

This incident brought this thought to my head, in life, we’re surrounded by loved ones, friends and family members who are always around when we are happy, sad or… just been alive. I think we should appreciate them more, you know my saying, life is too short, let people around you know you care… And just as we marvelled at the beauty of a rainbow, let us marvel at their love for us because they always got our backs!

Thanks for reading my post!!

The Journey

                                                Island. Guenter Kirchweger

(Photo credit: Guenter Kirchweger)

Roberto Cavalli’s eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, but it was difficult, the only sound which seemed to permeate the atmosphere was the clanging on the rail tracks. He tried to move his arms but it was as hopeless as trying to lift a mountain so he just gave up.

Soon, he heard a cough and tried to turn his head but a chuckle escaped him instead though it sounded like a plea for help. ”Why don’t you sleep Roberto, forget Isabella and the kids, God would take care of them,” a voice whispered shrilly in his head but he ignored it, there was no reason he’d give in to that tormenting spirit which made him jump in the first place.

”But, how I’m going to get out of here?” He asked out loud and was not expecting an answer, and then there was that cough again. What’s more, it was getting louder, so was the noise of the train, but he couldn’t move as a blinding light beamed on him.

Now, Roberto was sure he was no longer alone, the grating annoying sound on the gravel was unnerving. And ever so slowly, the head of a shrivelled old man appeared, his green eyes reminded Roberto of the eyes of his newborn son, Argento. The man peered down at him and cackled, his green eyes seemed to dance with delight.

”I don’t know how many people I’ll meet on the journey of my life, but I’m sure as hell proud to have known you! And you’re lucky I’m by your side today.”

”Who are you?” Roberto asked and winced in pain.

”I am Second Chance, SC for short, you lost your job and your house was repossessed, so you thought you’d end it all by jumping in front of a fast-moving train.”

Roberto watched through the corner of his eyes at another approaching train which was inching closer at each passing second.

”I did no such thing! I lost my footing!”

”Oh yes you did jump, you thought you’ve lost everything, yet you had everything.”

”Can you get me out of here?” Roberto asked, suddenly overcome with guilt, he didn’t want to die anymore.

”Yes, you only need to ask.” The old man said kindly.

”Please, help me!” Roberto begged, ”I’m in so much pain, don’t know how I could still speak.”

”I thought you’d never ask.”

And the man touched him and Roberto found himself back on the platform. He looked round wildly and saw a limping old man walking away, he wanted to run after him but changed his mind.

”You’re sure one lucky dude,” said the guy standing beside him before stepping into the district line train. Roberto stood rooted to the spot, what just happened to him?

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Life could be incredibly hard sometimes but losing hope and ending it all is not supposed to be an option. Thanks for reading my post!