Tuesday, April 15, 2014


The days have been pretty
black and white, when
all I've been feeling are
dissonant shades of grey.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Contemplating mercy.

As the resting period wanes
I find myself delving deeper
into the concept of kindness and mercy 
as a daily routine.

I mean, both values are probably considered rare sightings in our crazy world.
Mercy, I find, requires a lot more intentional purpose - perhaps even the greater good in mind. "Not getting what you deserve", as opposed to grace, "getting what you don't deserve".

I think it it the withdrawal
of a raised fist
or a cry of injustice
that makes it so damn difficult.

Mercy to the one who wronged you.
Mercy to the one you hate.
Mercy to the one who is struggling.

I am so blessed;
showered by 
unlimited and undeserved 
Oh, the sound 
of that goodness and grace.

Help me fight to follow.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

In a long time.

At every last hug
her tears flowed freely, freely
and slowly
that protective layer
around my heart.

Goodbyes have become a more frequent occurrence, as of late,
and I find myself reacquainted with forgotten emotions.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013


Home - 
where comfort begins
from life's little luxuries
to familiar friends.

And intimate dinners
on worn out days
with listening ears
and intense gazes.

Laughter and learning
salt and light
and everything that was dim was bright.

Although the common place
has long been lost,
that feeling will last
my heart a lifetime.

Home - wherever I will be.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Beloved/I am His beloved.

I woke up today with the thought of inking those words in a small font on my back - to remind me. That if I ever feel lost again, I would still know who I am: I am His beloved. He loves me, He sees me, He cares for me, He made me... with a plan in mind, no doubt. But rather than branding my back, physically ageing over time, I want these words to be etched on my heart, my soul, my mind. I want my self-image to be so intertwined with this feeling that knowing and being His beloved becomes conviction in the face of all ungodly perceptions of myself. Knowing that my God fights for me; being mindful of His presence and purposes in my life... I need only be still.