God did it for me

My heart was beating so loud,
it almost drowned my thoughts.
- I was walking towards your door.
a firm resolve put each foot ahead of the other,
told fear to step aside.
What was I going to say, I don't know.
That God told me to come and see you?
How silly would that sound.
Never mind that we never talked much,
that we are barely friends
But this once, I decided to listen to God.
Was going to obey whether I understood or not.
So I climbed up the stairs to your room.
You were at the door.
You said something and I said another.
It wasn't much but it was enough.
I didn't spend two minutes at your door.
You hugged me and I left.
I thought I had gone to your room
to encourage you.
But feeling the warmth
that crept from your hug,
I can't help but think;
God did it for me.

The Greatness of God

I see it in a ray of sunlight,
a flower of exquisite hue
An eagle in flight,
The creation of You.

I hear it in a weaver bird's song,
a roar of thunder,
a musician's tongs,
a child's laughter.

I feel it in a summer breeze,
softness of a feather,
relief when I sneeze,
the hug of a mother.

Therein I find my heavenly Father.

Beautiful Lies

You did it again,

Trampled all over me, like I'm some door mat.

Smiled sweetly, as you gutted my insides.

You played me like a puppeteer,

like a guitarist, you knew what strings to pull

so I was moving to your tune.

Didn't know what you were doing till you left

and I found you'd taken everything-

Given me nothing.

Never mind that you'd done it before.

I threw caution to the wind

and listened to your beautiful lies-again.

But even for that I could forgive myself.

I just cant forgive myself

for loving you still.

My World

I type the next line and anxiously wait for yours.
Its been three months and seventeen days
since we had to part and I think I love you more than before.
(Is that possible or do I just miss you so?).
Live for the messages you send,
and the times you call.
Sleep with a smile. You always say goodnight.
Wake up happy,you just said good morning.
When did the message tone sound so beautiful?
And idly I wonder, when did you become my world?

Painting memories

We're counting down days

to when we'll have to part.

Sometimes we can't help but think

God played a cruel trick on us.

Why did we have to fall in love

when we'd have to part?

During the day I pretend to be strong

but at night my pillow tells different tales

of the pain laden tears that soak it.

How will I make it without you?

We laugh and talk,
steal moments of time together,
yet the nagging thought of our
separation still lingers like a shadow.

I want to make you promise

that you'll wait for me,

but am so scared.

Would it be fair for me to?

I know you say you will,
but this isn't just any story,
this is our story, yours and mine.
l and I have so many questions.

Will distance fade out the magic?
If you can no longer see me,
will someone else

take your breath away?

If you can't see me anymore,

would you love me the same?

I'm just so scared.
Should we say goodbye now
or dare to hope.

Hopeless romantics

that we are,we do hope.

Clinging on to the

fantasy of forever.

So while we can,

we paint memories

and we pray.

We pray and ask God

to have His way.

P.S: That's where Feather's been. Using her ink to paint memories