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I Wish…I Hope…I Warn

I wish I’m that person you turn to for succour…after God

I wish I am that person you see, that light up your world …after God

I wish I’m that person that makes your heart glad___

I wish I’m that person__

_that is an out-of-this-world experience…

An aroma, essence like the Heavenly brew…

Because its a brew so Heavenly it exceeds your expectations…

You can only find me, if your Heavenly senses are sharpened…enlightened.

Without your Heavenly senses

You will wonder…

Like the woman at the well

Who had wondered from man to man

Seeking…

Seeking who to quench her thirst…

Knowing it was a man who had the key of wisdom🔑

To unlock the mystery of her need

Knowing not what man it was, she wondered still

Until she came to the 8th Man…

JESUS CHRIST

And she knew that her search was over…

For she was led to the spring from within

From whence cometh, water that quenches thirst forever…

She need not seek for nor fetch from wells…

That leave her wanting…

Do not wait too long

To find your own Heavenly brew…

Who knows?

It might be given to another…

More…worthy…than you

As it was with Vashti

Who was replaced by Esther…

Sharpen your Heavenly senses and hasten your search

That it might be said of you…

“The Heavenly brew exceeded his expectations.”

February 2022 Writing Prompts Week 1 (February 1-7) – The heavenly brew exceeded his expectations.
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A Call to Rescue and Nurture

Dear Mama, Susie and Janie,

Serving as a missionary on God’s call in Africa has been an adventure

A 👶🏿 wail interrupted Mary’s letter-writing, followed by another👶🏾.

‘Suppose I’ll continue later, Mary thought, as she fed the wee twins she’d recently rescued.

Mary Slessor

Weekend Writing Prompt #197 – Call
Christian Musings, Life, Poem, Sanguine thoughts, Stories

February 2021 Writing Prompts – All Inclusive

Little by little, I had to recover

From misshapen realities that hit me like feverish fiascos

Little by little, I am building up what was lost

Like the egg nest, I strived to have

Little by little, I will recover

The heart of who I am

Little by little, turbulent tranquillity is giving way

To tranquillitybeyond bliss

Stormy nights of real realities

Creating an illusion of waving winter wheat and faceless faces

If I were the wind

On balmy days

I will sail into the wild

Over splashes of indigo

And magenta in twilight

Because of you, O faceless faces

Of an unspoken language

I had to settle for turbulent tranquillity

In the midst of feverish fiascos

Whiles wishing and trying to reach

For the candy cabinet

Of the day after eventually

Eventually…

Maybe the day after eventually

I shall open my egg nest

Of an unspoken language

In painted words

The heart of who I am

Homespun fabric

With patches of moldy mishaps,

And splashes of indigo

In painted words

For nearly burying yesterdays

Of the heart of who I am

— the candy cabinet of splashes of indigo and magenta in twilight beyond bliss….

May the faceless faces

Of misshapen realities and stormy nights

Both impressive and ludicrous

Be lost in lava swirls and twin flames forever

One last reminder

Real realities

Are a mix of balmy days, stormy nights,

Splashes of indigo,

Magenta in twilight

Both impressive and ludicrous

Little by little, an unspoken language will become painted words of understanding, beyond bliss in splashes of indigo…

February 2021 Writing Prompts