Tuesday, March 29, 2016


Faith believes it
Hope sees it
Patience waits for it
Prayers goes after it
Love takes hold of it
Character keeps it

Saturday, March 26, 2016


10 things you ought to know about the Master’s touch

One, His touch jolts your senses with the scent of a burning incense adeptly welding the broken pieces of your life into a show glass masterpiece provoking a mix of smoke and balm; 
ask the woman with the alabaster jar and she’d tell you the oil poured out from the vessel is the fragrance from mending the shattered ruins of her life into the prized odour of grace

(c) poem by me, part of an original poem in my upcoming book. Photo credits: My hand pointing to the sky
Scripture reference: Mathew 26:7 -10; Luke 7: 37-38

Friday, March 25, 2016


You remind me of a butterfly
…yes, of a butterfly in its growth phases

You remind me of a butterfly
Spawned from small delicate eggs…
…pregnant with promise
A form of the seed of God's word sown on good soil

You remind me of a butterfly
Hatching unto salvation from the shells of Christ redemption
Breaking out of the egg as a ravenous caterpillar 
With insatiable hunger for the milk of God's Word

You remind me of a butterfly
Moulting away skin after skin after skin 
“With the washing of water by the Word”
Shedding off the old and putting on the new man

You remind me of a butterfly
When as a caterpillar you were not a comely sight 
Having the semblance of a worm, 
…unarmed and weak, 
'Yet God used you as His threshing-sledge, 
Turning mountains and hills into chaff

You remind me of a butterfly
Of its own skin, builds a shelter like a cocoon 
Its chrysalis like a chamber of darkness
A formidable protection from predators and the changing seasons
Yet again, God uses it to “work together for good”

You remind me of a butterfly
Metamorphosing in a stronghold of believers 
In this fortress, you are hidden
Growing to full maturity
“Complete, thoroughly equipped for every good work”

You remind me of a butterfly
At the appointed time, you break forth
Strong, vibrant and radiant
With wings to fly to the ends of the earth
To reveal God's desire for all nations

You remind me of a butterfly
You are growing in phases
Like the butterfly, 
You are about to burst into a new phase… 
…and season of life.

You remind me of a butterfly…
Or is it that the butterfly prophesies of you 
Emerging out of the fullness of God's love 
Decorated for more and more of His Glory. 

(c) Poem by me, I wrote this poem with a special friend in mind and forms part of the first collection of poems compiled in my book - The Experience of God's love in all its fullness Photo credits: photo by me, I took this photo in one of my work stations
Scripture reference:Isaiah 41:15; 2 Timothy 3:17; 1 Peter 2:2; Colossians 3:10; Ephesians 5:6

Wednesday, March 23, 2016


The four seasons have been impressing upon us
For years, as if to say we’re not listening
To the melodious symphony in tune to a chorus
Will come in due season and just in time
If the seasons could speak in unison, they might say
All this time we’ve performed a piece like no other
A composition more tasteful than the exquisite works of Mozart
Bridging traditional classics with contemporary soup├žon
So oft-repeated passages that we play off heart
In sync with the Maestro’s wand -
His baton like in a relay race passing it on to who’s next in line
And as if having no clue who comes next
We take the cue from Him to know when to come in
His gestures sets the tone, tempo and mood
We key into each other’s sound to put up a good show
The dynamics are in interpreting the musical scores
Sometimes romping high-pitched tones
So that even we and the audience are taken aback
When Spring strings the violent storm in double bass and violin
Summer plays in the brass fields with flowery details
Fall then comes flooring leaves from woodwind strokes
Winter changing beats struck and scraped by frost bites 
But don’t let the sleek performance fool you
Our rhythm sometimes run against the scripts
But we know then we must be unfazed and keep the music going
Each of us playing our part in due time
In tune with that oft-repeated chorus
Will come in due season and just in time,
though not now but again isn’t later
He’ll bring it to pass, just in time in due season’

(c) Poem and photo by me. I wrote this poem inspired by the words of Ecclesiastes 3 and from the seasons of life I have been through. This poem will be included in my second book 'Rainbow'. Watch this space for the announcement of its release
Scripture reference: Habakkuk Chapters 1 and 2; Ecclesiastes 3

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Hope is the thing with feathers

'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me. 

Monday, March 14, 2016


Bid me to abide a moment longer 
Entreat me to stay a day longer
For in your countenance I go stronger 
For truly not in vain I'm a sojourner

Overshadow me in the shade of thine shadow 
Foreshadowing the burdens overcast my mien 
To shed light on the trails of chasing shadows 
Blighting darkness beyond the shadow of doubt

Oh, the crusty soil beneath my bare sole 
Prayer ground cracked baring my weighty soul 
The very dust soiled from my tears solely
For your refreshing to sweep over my soul

Rambling or mumbling might seem to another 
For the un-discerning seemingly a drunk of sort 
But they be groaning-s that cannot be uttered
For words have failed me for yet another while

From the rapport in this secret place
I fledge the wings I need to fly
I gain the glow that brightens the face
Espying the mystery thrusting me onto victory 

Original poem by me from my book - The experience of God's love in all its fullness (c) 2015. photo credits: photo by me

Scripture reference: Psalm 91:1-2

Friday, March 11, 2016


You and I see, speak face to face
Words - knows what the other will say
Word for word
Thoughts - or is about to say
Heart to heart
Actions - or maybe rather not sound
Like a sounding brass but show it
With a song, a smile, a kiss, a gift
 And yet, it seems it’s not even about that
Not what I say or do, it’s who I am
Nor what you say or do, it’s who you are
That draws me near to your presence
You and I see, face to face
So into-me-see
That my faith and your love may walk
Hand in hand

(c) Original poem by me. Photo credits: R.Fulconis himself with a bonobo
Scripture reference: Psalm 139

Thursday, March 10, 2016


I woke up not to the familiar chirping sounds of songful birds
this morning’s dew washes my drowsy eyes to see 
something I seemed to have missed all along.
that thin fine line between good old self-esteem and everything else
shades of grey line that fades in scales to almost white
even visible across the tinted blue sky of the morning mist
clouding the shy rising sunlight but still
I see this difference in the light of my own reality

So hear a revealed truth you can trust

It matters how you see yourself
but to esteem self is treading on dangerous grounds
you think highly of yourself, you’ll puff up
like Lucifer as if another name for ‘a heart lifted up’
God's love expressed in perfect beauty lifted him so
thinking himself to be like God, scorns the love of the highest
and winds up a fallen star in the depth for the lowest.
'cause his head swelled when he looked to himself than to He who made him

It matters how you see yourself
you think low of yourself, you'll miss it too
comparing yourself to everyone else and yourself
thinking yourself to deserve better
like Lucifer as if another name for 'lying farther’
lied to himself, said he deserved a seat in the highest heaven
even far above the Most High
but fell down to the abyss into the lowest depth

It matters how you see yourself
see self-esteem wears countless masks
of different shades of grey that hues in scales to black
for 'Low' or 'High' on scale are one and the same
that’s why no one knows how many shades of grey exist
see self-esteem is too thin a line to balance on, so fall you must
and whichever side you fall on, you’ll get injured
To one, injured pride mask itself as ‘arrogance’
To another, injured pride mask itself as false ‘humility’
and say you don't fall, to steady balance is to stay self-absorbed.

It matters how you see yourself
you’ll see also that how you see others
is a reflection of how you see yourself
and self-esteem reflections are subjective
psychologists and sociologists say
it is the emotional evaluation of self-worth –
so you’ll either see yourself as beauty or the beast
depending on which side of the bed you wake
perhaps, depending where on the scale you fall
so that others become the mirror on your wall
and whichever angle you look from, you’ll get distorted
to one, distorted view mask itself as superiority complex
to another, distorted view mask itself as inferiority complex
and to get a good reflection is to stay self-centred or perplexed

It matters how you see yourself
see now, I see no place for SELF-esteem
for who could know and love me more than God
seems I should only see myself as God sees me
-     as being loved by Him
the only see-cure way to see me, to see you and everything else
so this day as it dawns on me in the ‘breaking’ of day
I ask for mercy for the light I’ve missed all along
for all along I’ve seen the worst in you as it was all I'd seen in me
but I esteem you now for I see clearly how God sees you

-      His Beloved.

Original poem by me. Photo credits: My friend R.Fulconis took this picture of a Masai girl in Kenya
Scripture reference: Isaiah 14: 12-17; Ezekiel 28: 1-19; Philippians 2:3; Romans 1:21-23


You can’t understand what it means to have a relationship with God without understanding grace. Without grace, you don’t have any relationship with God. It is the heart of Christianity. It is the heart of following Christ and being a believer. Remember: No matter what you’ve done and no matter who you are, God’s grace is available to you. 

- Rick Warren


A big welcome to this blog, everything you read here is inspired by the Holy Spirit or by my conversations with God. It's all poetry, prose and literary piece that I hope will uplift you and most importantly draw you closer to God. That's my deepest desire, I don't think there is anything more important in life than this - to have a relationship with God. Please share your comments on any of the poems you read or listen to. Feel free to also share your prayer requests and testimonies on how this blog has transformed you to the Glory of God. God bless you and yours in Jesus' mighty name. AMEN!