I know there is God In our body part.
All we got to do, is listen to his voice.
Yes, he does speak to our heart;
We will never go astray if we listen to his voice.
We are far from him, we are far from being good.
God created us in his image.
We are far from being good.
God is not a fool all the wrongs he sees, one needs to change.
We all know there is God in everyone’s heart.
All we got to do is to give him our time.
We all know there is God in a man's heart.
All we forgot to do is to give him our time.
All we have to do is listen to his voice.
We are far from being good, we have to listen to his voice.

               Written by The Senior 28/08/2017

Thoughts of you flood my mind, as I think of you
Often in a daydream, now, I realize my
Undying love for you has no bounds.
Captivated in your every word, I
Hear the melody of angels in your voice.

You can tread through
All your storms
In life
As if they are filled
Full of strife
Or you can
Swim through
knowing that you
Are truly blessed
Put your faith
In the Lord
Spiritually your
Mind can rest
Not saying the tides
Will always rise
With ease
Praising The Lord
Will settle  the waves
To calm, guiding them
With cool breeze

I do not know where I am going,
for I have no clue where I've truly been.
I  would like to see the world in its entirety,
but I am so scared of the unknown.
I want to be lost in the sea of people I know,
but I want to be exceptional.
I think of you,
but I know I will never have you.
I need security,
but I ruin what I have.
I write fickle things,
but I yearn to weave beautiful words about important issues.
I hate myself,
but I love being different.

They make their way through the crowd.

Beneath the sky amber in the last sun
the retrieved spark steers their feet
to explore the gorgeously festive town
smelling of discovery at every turn
of people and shops and sellers
and food tempting to be tasted
women too lovely not to be noticed
houses illuminated like light is free
flying as in a dream long in the coming
but arrived too glorious for any regret.

The younger when a few paces ahead
stops so the other could catch up
always remembering the six years
matter much in the count of speed.

The sky above grows older and paler
but their blistered feet feel no pain
from the four hours of rewinding years
glistening as night dew in their eyes.

What Can We Do...?

                         They may break our bodies…
                   but they need not dominate our minds.

                                          -C. S. Lewis

Every book we read to a little child
Every kindness we work for another soul
Every bowl we fill while serving the poor
Every prayer whispered, spoken, or dreamed

Every cup of coffee shared with a pal
Every wheezy old joke about Pat and Mike
(Or, to be fair, about Trevor and Neville)
Every small joy sung to the universe

Is a beginning

hearts entwined
in passion
and chemistry
the verbs
just on relay
but my heart
skips a beat
every time I
think of you

Science is son of poetry
Psychology, daughter of sea
Wind is father of religion
Earth's mother, the fire engine.
Through the self-centered rhythm
Light and twilight saddle me
In the ring of solarium
Temper of seasons suckle me.
Tomorrows and yesterdays are
Torches and candles of the Time
House of here and heavens of far
But cradles in Space paradigm.