As I walk through life's journey, I have come to understand that perfect love casts out all fear. It is a love that is pure, true, and unwavering, a love that emanates from the very heart of Abba. The story of Easter is a testament to this love, a story of hope and redemption that… Continue reading The Hill
Life is a beautiful tapestry, woven with threads of light and dark. It is in the cracks and broken pieces that we see the strength and resilience of the human spirit. It is people who bring meaning to this beautiful chaos. They are the glue that holds us together, the support that lifts us up,… Continue reading Taking Stock
You are your mother's victory song,A tale of blood and tearsA symphony of the battle scars that adorn her belly You are your father's treasure,A universe of wild beautyEmbodied in flesh and bones Remember to walk this life loudly,Your footsteps, an audacious roarThat rumbles in the deepest valleys of fear Stand boldly in the light,With… Continue reading You Are Your Mother’s Victory Song
They are the ‘saviours’ of the economyWho carefully obliterate what is left of it They are the ‘helpers’ of the poorWho see them as playthings They say they see no evilYet are the cause of corruption They claim to be innocent and pureYet feast on death and suffering They say ‘We didn’t do it!’Yet the… Continue reading Fortunate Amateurs
What is love? Love, in all its wonder, is the one that stays It is the rain dance during the storm,the ebb and flow as you shed old skinIt walks through the valleys with youas a light to your path,guiding you to a place of redemption Love is, the silent comfort of your lover's presencethe… Continue reading Cupid Chronicles
Rain is fallingRun insideEarly in the morningSun will rise Sun is shiningAll is brightNo need for whiningThe air is light Sky is cloudyWide and blueFar below is rowdyColoured with hues Air is windyNo one on the roadMen drinking brandyIn their abode
Dear You, Forgive me for the moments when I doubted your magic, when I let the lies of the world hang heavy on your ears. Forgive me for when I looked at that young frame yet to be held by puberty and judged it for how awkwardly it stood in the mirror. On days when… Continue reading From Mirror
How far can I go with this burden?Who will help me carry it?All the pain, it was so suddenbut no one as my helper could fit Though I am weak and heavy ladenThere is one who is tender and sweetAbba can lead me if I harkenand if I humbly bow at His feet
2023 will be an amazing year but there will be some hard days: days when you will want to give up and throw in the towel. On those days, remember these words. #TheThreeMinutesBlog
A poetic expression of the stages of grief. #TheThreeMinutesBlog
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