A Heart Cries

Speak to me, Lord —
I am listening.
Silence the noise within my spirit,
Still the voices of my mind.
Let Your voice echo through me,
Resounding, clear, and true.

Come alive in me, Lord —
Be more real than my very flesh.
Align my heart with Yours,
Shape my will to follow You.

Feed me not with milk, but with bones —
With wisdom, with truth, with strength.
Revitalize my spirit,
Nourish my soul,
Enrich my life with Your presence.

Oh Lord, I am Yours.

The anxiety
The worry
Looking at you
Helpless

Flimsy as they are
They can't stop a trusting heart

A trusting heart in God
He began
He will accomplish

Perfect

In a chaos
In a turmoil
Torn in between
Are you He?
My Lord?
The one I am to submit to

I always ask this question
Over and over again
I want to love
I want to hate
But I see just you
In the eyes of my heart
I see just you

In her gentle hands, I was held,
From her loving chambers, I came forth to dwell.
A woman, yet an ocean vast,
Filled with precious treasures that forever will last.

Vast and virtuous, she stands apart,
One of a kind, a loving heart.
She broods over her own with care,
Nurturing and guiding with a love beyond compare.

She provides, she supplies, and she loves unconditionally,
A blessing from God, a treasure to me.
Unspoken are the sacrifices she's made,
A true personality, in every way.

My guiding light, my shining star,
Forever in my heart, near and far.
She is the figure,
The personality I revere.

Have you thought of it?  
Have you wondered about it?  
Pondered over it,  
Rummaged through its depths?  

See.  
Look.  
Observe.  
Understand.  

We will stand before our Creator—  
God.  
Our lives laid bare before Him.  
He sees.  
He looks.  
He observes.  

Are you worthy of life?  
Or doomed to death?  

Eternal life is real.  
Eternal death is real.  
This is no longer a joke.  
The weight of reality presses down:  
We have a Maker,  
And He will judge.  

The last days are upon us.  
Blessed are those  
Who remain faithful to the end.

Crowns bow
No question asked

It is clear
God is King
King of kings

Nations today see
One Creator, One Lord

He is the Almighty
The I am that I am

He is He
No question asked

Let's feel the breath
Embrace the air

Live in the moment
With no cares

Cast your cares on Him
They that know Him
Knows Him

Work
But no toil

He gives His own rest
He blesses the work of their hands.

Lost in you, I drift,  
Your thought, my soul's swift lift.  

My world stops, yet spins anew,  
You alone I revolve into.  

Oh, my heart, is this true?  
A love eternal, fresh, and new.

As I stand before the altar of knowledge,
‎I am reminded of the weight of expectation.
‎The toil of my guardians, the pain they've endured,
‎To give me the gift of education, and a future assured.
‎
‎There are no two ways about it, I must win.
‎It is not a choice, but a mandate from within.
‎I am a cub, looking up to the lioness,
‎Learning to roar, to conquer, to be the best.
‎
‎Education is the key that unlocks the door,
‎To a world of possibilities, and a future in store.
‎It is the gift that keeps on giving,
‎A treasure trove of knowledge, that keeps on living.
‎
‎So I'll take up the challenge, and make it my own,
‎To add value to myself, and make my mark known.
‎I'll strive for excellence, and never give up the quest,
‎For knowledge is power, and education is the best.

My eyes red
Red as tomatoes

My heart pounding
On my chest like a baseball

I believed You
I believed You

Why
Please tell me why

It takes peace  
To close the weary eyes of the body,  
To quiet the restless whispers of the soul,  
To cradle the spirit in gentle stillness.  

It takes peace  
To unburden the bookshelves of a crowded mind,  
To lighten the weight pressing on the spirit.  

It takes peace  
To quicken the stride in life's unending race,  
To rise above the struggles that bind,  
To embrace each moment, truly alive.  

The Prince of Peace,  
The Word of God made flesh,  
Is the wellspring of all tranquility—  
He is peace himself,  
And so much more.

If life bent to our will,  
Would it truly be easier?  

I can't speak for others,  
But I believe everyone craves success.  
Who dreams of failure?  
And yet they say,  
"Destiny is in your hands."  

How true is that?  
Destiny in my hands—  
Really?  

I have cried rivers.  
I have walked through storms.  
Can something be done?  

Just let me live.  
For me, life means:  
Success unshaken,  
Peace unbroken,  
A purpose fulfilled.  

I can't tell for others,  
But I must make it.  
Destiny is in my hands—  
Not because they said it,  
But because I choose it.  

I will leave my mark.  
My legacy.

We are the backbones,  
We care.  
For the sick, we stand and fight,  
Advocating day and night.

In the shadows of white coats,  
We follow their lead.  
Through tears and pain,  
We endure,  
Because the sick are our need.

In the turmoil of the wards,  
We calm the storm.  
We keep the hospital steady,  
In every form.

Though often overlooked,  
We are the silent core.  
The health sector's lifeblood,  
Its operating system and more.

The comfort of the sick—  
Our unwavering aim.  
Their well-being is our pride,  
And their healing, our claim.

Implanted by hands like no other,
Planted by a mind wider than the universe,
Watered by the river of living water.

The seed buds—
Budding, glowing, blooming—
Under the watchful gaze of the Bloomer.

He has cultivated fertile soil,
Enriched with manure of wisdom and grace.
The flower blooms, shining,
Lifting its face to His Sun—the Bloomer.

I am in Him,
Just as He is in the Father.
I am a branch in the True Vine,
Rooted, flourishing, everlasting.

Hallelujah.

Ticking,
Ticks,
Tick goes the time—
A rhythm unbroken,
A beat beyond our grasp.

No space to dissipate,
No void in time.
It marches forward,
Unyielding,
Untouched by our pleas.

Time is ever-present,
Yet never ours.
It slips through fingers
Like sand in an open palm,
A constant that we cannot own.

Those who know
Feel the pulse of the clock.
They understand the watch—
It beats for those who seize it,
For those who rise to its challenge.

Do you hear it?
The whisper of moments
Passing unclaimed?

Rise.
Face the ticking drum.
It's time.

I plan,  
I schedule,  
I envision,  
Dreams take shape within my heart,  
And my mind whispers, Yes, go forth.

Yet, like clay in the Potter’s hands,  
My fate is His to mold.  
Men may plan, but God ordains.  

I surrender—  
Not my will, but His be done.  
A child stepping beyond her parents' shadow,  
A woman facing the world's vast unknown,  
I long to be wrapped in the Almighty.  

For my strength will fail me—  
In this crash,  
In this rush,  
In this restless universe.  

Yet in Him alone,  
My spirit and soul  
Say Yes.

In the whisper of your name,
Our hearts collided, sparking a flame.
A bond took root, deep and strong,
A connection that echoes all day long.

Marveled by the paths that led us here,
Our love has blossomed,
Through laughter and tears, we've stood as one,
Together, our love has just begun.

Two souls, entwined, a love so true,
Forever and always, my heart belongs to you.
In your eyes, my future shines bright,
With you, my love, I know we'll ignite.

A millennium of moments we'll share,
A lifetime of love, without a single care.
Our bond will flourish, wild and free,
A love that's meant to be.

My mind reels back to that moment
When fear's icy grip took hold
A sudden trembling seized my frame
My whole being testified to the panic's claim

I grasped the microphone, a disaster unfolding
My words, a jumbled mess, or so it seemed
Was I speaking or mumbling? I couldn't tell
My mind, a maze of self-doubt, a trickster's spell

In that intense moment, I wished to be
Glued to my seat, silent and free
No care to speak, no need to face
The fear that gripped me, a suffocating space

They prayed for a miracle.
A miracle to restore their lost crown.

Fate smiled,
Answering with grace.

An Angel, they believed could heal their broken throne.

They placed their hopes on her wings.
The Angel eager to lift their spirits,
But beneath the weight, she trembled,
Feeling unworthy, fearing she might fall.

Only a miracle,
The Angel also prays,
To lift them high,
For this is her calling,
To make them royal once more.

‎In the eyes you offered, I searched for a home
‎A place to rest my heart, to call my own
‎But the more I looked, the more I felt astray
‎A dance of doubts, in disarray
‎
‎Your silent screams, a desperate plea
‎"We can't be friends," your heart would say to me
‎But mine, a battlefield, where love and fear would fight
‎Leaving me with just a shadow of what's right
‎
‎In the infarction of our love, I felt the pain
‎A heart once whole, now fractured, in vain
‎I struggled to distinguish love from mere desire
‎A toxic entanglement, that set my soul on fire
‎
‎Now, as I look back, I see the signs
‎A love that was never meant to be mine
‎But in the embers, of what we used to be
‎I'll find the strength, to break free.

You are bold,
You are confident,
You are strong,
You just have to believe.

Little mistakes speak volumes.
The volumes your heart aches when told.

Low self esteem eating deep,
You got no one.

The eyes staring at you,
They accusing you
Without words, you know.

My hands and legs,
Quivering like leafs.
I hate myself for my low self confidence.

Life gazes back, unblinking.
You whisper, “I can make it too.”

Connections unravel, delicate threads
“Blood is thicker,” they insist—  
But truth sours on the tongue,  
Lies, lies, lies.  

You stand alone, a solitary sentinel,
Your shield is self-awareness,  
The only armor that holds.  

No bond can bear the weight.
The clock ticks, each second a revelation.  
Time, the ultimate revealer,  
Shows you standing, solitary,  
No eyes to meet, no hands to grasp.  

It’s a facade, a fleeting feeling—  
Lies,  
And yet,  
It is the truth.  

No one proves worthy.
You have only yourself,  
Your own reflection to rely upon.  

Standing for yourself—this is all that remains.

In the depths of our souls, a tempest rages
‎Anger, bitter blood, and a heart that's caged
‎The animalistic part of us, a beast that's untamed
‎Lurks in the shadows, waiting to be reclaimed
‎
‎We don our masks, a façade of civility
‎Concealing the destructive part, the chaos that we can't define
‎Some wear their hearts on their sleeves, unapologetic and bold
‎While others hide behind a veneer, their true selves yet untold
‎
‎We're humans, made in His image, or so we're told
‎But like rebellious puppets, we dance to our own beat, our own gold
‎We neglect our Potter, the one who shaped and molded us with care
‎And instead, we forge our own paths, with hearts that are hardened and bare
‎
‎In this world of chaos, where love and hate entwine
‎We search for a lifeline, a beacon that will guide us through the grime
‎And though we stumble, though we fall and lose our way
‎We'll rise again, for love and unity are the keys that will unlock our day.

Which path?
Oh, which path!

The roller coaster of intuitions,
Leaning on opinions.
The rising sun, mind racing-
Which path?
The rooster shouts,
Stumbling into reality.

My decisions are shaky.
Leaning on opinions-
Which path?

Which path?
Out of the writings of others,
I chose.

My heart beats with hesitation
My decision slaps me intensely.

Where are they?
I chose from their writings.

Soul awakening
I'm in it.
This is it.

The path
I chose from others-

This path!

Young soul waiting,
that undying passion.
It's sweet to the mind and heart.

Burning in the heart,
Love for one.

Stares deeply,
Waiting for that.
That, which could sweep her feet.
The love of that passion.

Crystal clear is the truth.
The giver of life,
Sits and tells
"I am the way"

Way to that passion
Only I
I am the Light
To ignite and sustain
This undying passion

Hopes glitter on her face.
He is mine to please.

Believe
Word like mountain

"You are the one"
Believe

Staggering legs,
Dropping heart,
She had to stand

"You are the one"
She poured out

Constantly,
Minds battling
But
You are the one

He,
The potter blazes her core
"You are the one"

Connection meant to be
But alas, only in your eyes

Certainty crept in
But you fought the fogs

Behold, " It is"
But swept by reality.

This has to end
No connection worth you
Fantasies of the reality
I prayed
But shocked

It was a lie
All along
Wells of my eyes
I will let out
But sealed

I AM DONE.

Don’t be deceived, don’t close your eyes,  
For darkness wears a bright disguise.  
The devil shines, but it’s a lie —  
A hollow glow that fades and dies.  

The world is blind, they cannot see,  
They chase the dark, think they are free.  
But shadows dance where light should be,  
And chains are called sweet liberty.  

The only light, so pure and true,  
Is Jesus Christ, who shines on you.  
He guides your steps, makes all things new,  
His love is fire, His word is blue.  

So stay awake, keep watch, beware —  
Not every glow means He is there.  
Hold fast to Him, in faith and prayer,  
And find your light in love’s pure care.

Appointment planned, agreed upon,
In perfect harmony, our schedules had won.
The appointed day arrived, I sat and waited,
Glancing at the clock, my patience created.

Time ticked on, the scheduled hour slipped away,
I grew annoyed, my frustration here to stay.
Just when I thought the wait would never cease,
You strolled in, with a smile, and a gentle breeze.

"Elegantly late," you said with a grin,
I raised an eyebrow, my skepticism within.
Is lateness elegance, or just a lack of care?
I pondered this, as you stood there.

Words too heavy,  
Too heavy to utter.  

Is it just me,  
Or am I lost in delusion?  
I want to shout—  
Shout the pain in my heart.  

I want to scream,  
Not merely utter them.  
Who will understand?  

My eyes bulge with sorrow,  
Yet they speak so little of my agony.  

How I pray,  
How I ask Him:  
Why is this my destiny?  

A destiny,  
A destiny—  
Can it not be changed?  
Please, help me.

I will not hold my peace.
He came,
He died,
He rose,
He reigns—our Savior eternal.

My voice will not falter.
I speak with bold authority,
For He is my Commander,
And I follow His call.

My life is His,
And in Him, I live.
He is my one true love,
The eternal Lover of my soul.