Tuesday, 3 April 2012



They call me strange, imperfect.. They say I'm not tall enough, not pretty enough and my smile is not wide enough. I smile and note silently to myself that surely I am in this world but not of this world...

You see they don't see, I am abstract. When I look in the mirror I see my Creators perfect hand staring back at me. The One who made me is not One to make mistakes. You see my Creator makes the seasons change at the right time, He makes day into night, He makes the grass grow and my Creator makes trees bear fruit at the right time. I too am a masterpiece that was born of this wise and beautiful hand..

The hand that wakes me up to a new day every morning, the hand that gave me feet that I may follow in His footsteps, hands that I may work in His field. My creator gave me ears to hear His word and a beautiful mind that I may tell the difference between right and wrong. My Master gave me eyes and with these eyes I see my Master's glory, I see He made each and every one of us different, I see that He made me different from the the next man so that I may be strong where he is weak..

Yes I am strange, I may not be what the world wants me to be but I know that I am exactly what He wanted me to be. He has made me as such so that I may serve my purpose with perfection. He tends me with love, listens patiently, guides me, reprimands me, He walks with me always.. My Master died for me.

The say I am strange, I smile. Yes I am imperfect in the eyes of the created but I am perfect in the eyes of my Creator. He created me that I may, like the tree bear fruit at the right time, in His time. 

So when the world labels me, I answer the world with this "Yes I am abstract, deep are the waters that flow within me"


I'm in the eye.

Yes you heard me, I AM IN THE EYE!!!

I'm looking all around me and all I see is destruction,fear,helplessness, pain and tears. I look to my left and the wind that blows there sweep me away that I may lose all sense of direction... That I may forget to where I come from, where I am and where I am going. A force that promises to shatter my entire being to mere tendrils with just an insignificant whiff.
I quickly look to my right and things look a little worse, the sky opens up and the rain falls with a devilish might, uprooting and sweeping everything in its wake. I watch as everything I ever knew, all that I know and all that I ever would know disappears in an insignificant blink. It is not me who cries but the heart, I bid the heart peace be still for we are home. I cannot bear to witness this so I turn to look back..

The back is at its worst, the river being fed by the torrent rain from on my right swells and I hear its angry roar approach from afar. It threathens to take with it the essence of my being with an insignificant sway of its current..
Let me look ahead, let me leave I was, what I knew, and look towards what I could become, let me turn away from the winds which rattle me to the core, the rain which leaves me desolate, the river which selfishy wipes all trace of my being. But behold there stands in front of me a darkness which welcomes me with open arms. It grins wickedly as it comes closer, threatening to envelope me in its wretched power that stands to make me an insignificant blur of what was, in distant memories. 

But little do all these forces know, I am in the eye of the cyclone, yes the storms bring insignificant destruction, fear, helplessness, pain and tears. I look above me and I my heart finds peace, I am safe in the eye, I will hold fast onto my faith which is the essence of my past, present and future..
Go on wind, blow with all your might, you too rain, pour out all that you have left in your dark depths, increase the mighty roar of that river.. Yes you to darkness, swallow me if you dare.. I fear nothing in the eye, seated next to the Most High.. The eyes keeps me at peace amidst this crazy cyclone that I call life..


This I Know For Sure!

This I Know For Sure!

Surely you must have lost your hands because I know you could never let me go unless you have lost your hands.. No, not you.

Your arms, are you not to hold me in your arms sans the hands?? 
Are you not to keep me safe and warm when your grip fails, surely your arms too you have lost..

Yes your arms you have lost but what of your legs?? 
Were they not meant to walk besides me and shadow me from the harsh rays of this world??
Yes your legs too you have lost.
You have either arms nor legs but what of the sweet words i long to hear, words of love, comfort and encouragement,words that give me peace in the night time. 

Surely you have lost your lips.
Surely your ears have gone deaf otherwise you would have taken heed to these words.. 
Where is that ear that listened with patience and understanding?? 
The ears too you have lost.

Yes you have lost all but what of your eyes?
 Can you not see the pains i go through, the tears i cry? 
Were your eyes not meant to see what lies within and your gaze hold me when your arms fail, follow where the legs wont go?..
 Your eyes to speak the words i long to hear, to assure me that you hear my every word, 
Oh yes you surely are without eyes for I know you would look upon me always..

I know you have lost all..but have you lost your heart too.
 The heart that promised to go where ever i go, that beat that gives me courage,comfort and surerity.. 
I know your heart would feel,walk,speak,hear and see me always, that heart which is all I would ever needed.

I am certain you have lost your heart or you would not have let me go, no, not you, not love.. This i know for sure.