THE GREATEST OF THESE

Faith believes it
Hope sees it

Patience waits for it
Prayers goes after it
Love takes hold of it
Character keeps it

MASTER'S TOUCH

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

YOU REMIND ME OF A BUTTERFLY

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

IN DUE SEASON

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 soupçon

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

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. 

Poem by (c) Emily Dickinson. Photo credits by me.  Scripture reference: Hebrews 11: 1 - end

IN THE SECRET PLACE

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

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INTIMACY WITH GOD

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

BE PROUD or BE-LOVED

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

GRACE

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

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