Like boundless estranged snowflakes,
You breathed your cruel boisterous blizzard;
Freezing every warmth ever woven in me
From crystal sunrays into numbness.

Those streams to the altar of my heart,
Your bitter and biting pathways left frozen;
Forgotten as frigid and rigid for all eternity,
Entombed beyond salvation’s arms...

But one fortunate mistake you made;
Leaving that tiniest of crack within my depth,
To embrace that faintest strand of crystal ray
That began my journey to warmth again.

Stretched in between abundance and nothing,
Amidst every thread woven by these two;
From how to breathe and smell and taste like king,
To *** of poverty that paupers brew...

Life of lack I accept yet not upset,
Within its buds are lessons to learn from;
Still in much I'm humbled for riches fret,
Some go fleeting when storms suddenly come.

On that lone crossroad between these pathways,
All the lessons learned from these lives apart
And from the ups and downs, I'll praise always...
Through it all, my heart from God won't depart.

Patience is what I'm christened amidst none...
In plenty, as sober as moon at dawn.

Slandered
Without evidence;

Possessed
By seven demons.

Delivered
Into discipleship;

She didn't
Betray nor deny Christ;

Neither fled from
Garden, cross nor grave.

But the first
To herald His resurrection.

My days of yesterdays,
All flew and faded away;
But winds of memories,
They left as trails behind.

My past begot this day...
The moment I live within;
My now is who I really am,
The only one I'm so sure of.

Where tomorrow will lead,
I know not this unknown;
Yet my faith with my fate,
This I must strive to keep.

For every twist and turn,
On the pathway of my life;
I'll walk along with destiny
Into what lies ahead of me.

Perhap, my end shall come,
When my past and present
Shall meet with my future;
In somewhere beyond here.

How come
Love seems illusive?
Like fresh dew,
Fading with the break of dawn;
A beautiful dream
Disappearing into shadows
At reality's crossroad...

But love, I know is...
Not a figment of imagination;
Only an existence
Fast becoming nonexistent.

O' my strand of love; the very last in all existence. With all your breath and blood, you affectionately knotted my body, soul and spirit unto your *****; recreated my nightmares into the dreams that breathed my fantasies into the reality, whose memories I can't let go into extinct.  Though, battered and bruised, wretched and wounded; you were that unbroken tenderness, that breathed with her last breath and bled unto her last blood that I may not only live, but also, thrive in the most wonderful love ever... From this day, unto my last and beyond, for you I'll live and die for.  With all the love I possess, I'm yours and all you ever wished for in this life and the next...

The wages of sin is nothing but death,
And from Adam's fall this became our fate.
God's son was given in man's stead,
As a ransom to redeem us from hell's gate.

Love for my kind led Christ to Calvary,
Our sins nailed Him to the old rugged cross;
Who was entombed in that sanctuary,
Where His resurrection became death's loss.

Yet amongst men are some in dubiety,
Living in constant doubt like Thomas of old;
Who believed in Christ the risen Deity,
After touching His nail pierced hand as told.

But blessed is that man who will believe
Without beholding those nail pierced wounds;
The same for eternity shall surely live
On that fateful day when the trumpet sounds.

To escape eternal death and damnation,
Those nail pierced hands till date still beckon;
"My Father wished none condemnation,
But that you believe and be saved this second."