The Stranger’s Gift.

Mar28

(Photo credit: Andy O)

His eyes glowed like embers in pitch darkness.

He groaned inwardly and scratched his head,

waiting for word about the stranger.

The stranger appeared unannounced, Lucifer ducked swiftly, shocked.

His golden eyes moved in anger, he swayed unsteadily and mouthed the words,

‘Impossible!’

The stranger’s eyes was full of power, he opened his palms.

Spirits of the underworld screeched in fear, all but one left

Lucifer’s side, Tyrus, his son.

The stranger took the keys from Lucifer’s trembling hands and volcanic ash spurted out.

Voices muddled up, demons fart in disgust, Lucifer was helpless.

The deep grumbled in protest, the core of the heart rumbled.

The stranger floated out of hell, the keys in his palms.

Oh death, where is thy sting!

Oh grave where is thy victory.

‘You are but a stranger to your own,’

Lucifer spat out and the stranger, whom is the Lord smiled,

‘My sheep hear my voice, my own are mine!’

The Lord floated out of the deep, and the core of the earth closed up.

He walked among the children of men.

Risen.

He has the gift of life.

He is alive forever more!

His name is Jesus, My Lord and Saviour!!

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Wishing all my friends a lovely fun filled Easter, I am a daughter of the King, I have been redeemed and proudly so! Like the man in the picture, my joy is indescribable. God bless you all…

Thanks for reading.

Much love always. 🙂

The Innocent Blood

Mar26

(Photo credit: Photo stock)

Centuries of Lies and Deceit

Centuries of wars and wastage

Centuries of anger and revolt and restlessness

Centuries of pain and discord

Centuries of selfishness and greed

Centuries of me and me and me

Centuries of pride of life and vanity

Centuries of fear and shame

Centuries of death and death and death and death!

This centuries resulted in the innocent blood wasted

Blood of the young, the old and the unborn.

I groaned in disbelief and utter sadness.

When will the son of men stop their charades and live for once!

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I have vowed not to watch TV again but that’s just impossible. I work a lot on my computer and sometimes I’ll be tired of the writing and editing and would just browse through the internet and still see what I don’t want to see. I wish I have the supernatural power that can stop all wars and force humans to love each other eternally but it’s a mere dream isn’t it?

Thanks for reading!

Seyi Sandra David.

And I watched…

Mar21

(Photo credit: Glenda Otero)

And I watched through the centuries as men

protected their young, their women, their homes.

And I watched as men built kingdoms, roads and empires.

And I watched as men walked the moon, save the sick, put food on the table.

And I watched in awe as great men worked tirelessly,

To save the world.

Men of timber and calibre, men who love with simplicity.

Men who shoulder responsibilities without squirming.

Men with the courage of lions who turned away from no foes.

And I watched my dad, husband, sons, brothers, relatives, friends

Try to live their footprints in the sands of time.

I love men.

I married one, a daughter to one, a mother to two.

Men are great, and the few and rotten who rape women,

who kill and plunder are not MEN.

They are NOTHING!

I want to pay tribute to great men, to my father, Peter Nelson, you are adored in my eyes, to the man who married me, Kay, I love you with all my heart, you complete me, to great men I have met on my blogging journey, they are many and I hold you all in the highest esteem! To my girlfriends and sisters, (don’t be jealous, I love you, you know that!)

God bless you all!!

Love always! 🙂 🙂

Seyi Sandra David.

Home

Mar5

Home is a place of refuge, refuge from the storms of life.

A home is not a house.

I walked pass an overhead bridge and saw tattered luggage scattered everywhere.

My heart lurched in sorrow, and I wondered what makes someone

Lose a home.

I saw a man’s face, peering out of the darkness, the man’s face scared me but I was curious all the same.

I walked home, sad because I know by morning, he would be gone.

Killers and murderers even found refuge in the

comfort of a home.

Oscar Pistorius is one.

If you have a home,

Thank God, if not,

You can find

A home if you

don’t lose

Heart.

The Living Force!

Feb28

(Photo credit: joke Van someren)

Claps of thunder ripped through the clear sky,

I shuddered at your feet, Majesty,

I bowed my head in

Utmost reverence.

I searched your face for clues of acceptance,

My heart broke into a thousand songs,

Ancient melodies escaped from my upturned mouth.

I turned to look and saw flashes of light danced through the morning sky.

You stood close to me and I gazed deep into the pool of your beauty!

You took me by the hand and whispered,

”My name is love, if only your kind have me in abundance,

How safe would your world be… How enduring! How peaceful.”

And you were gone, my heart pressed after you and I realised

A beautiful truth, ‘I have love in me.’

Do you?

There is always one message in my novels, before I write, I usually have a clear potent message I want to pass across, and I think all writers are preachers, we don’t just write in abstract, without meaning or purpose. My message in ‘The Feet Of Darkness’ is all about love, forgiveness, faith and hope.

Clues of this ‘thought plan’ as I call them abound in the novel. Why not go over to Amazon and read the first or so chapters, if you like it, give it a like and if you want to read more, you can buy it. You don’t need to have a kindle, you can read on your laptops, tablets, phones and iPad! You can click on the image of the novel on my sidebar or click on this link;

http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Feet-Of-Darkness-ebook/dp/B00BJ6LJHC/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1362059177&sr=1-1#reader_B00BJ6LJHC

The second edition of the paperback will be out on second week in March and then there’s going to be a big party!!!

I love and appreciate you all!

🙂

The Triune Being.

Jan31

(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.

A Farce Called Honour!

Jan18

(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…

Jan16

”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:)