Is rushed Half baked Performative And full of pretence It harbours bitterness Allows abuse to continue And pays lip service to one of God’s greatest gifts. It’s true that forgiveness is vital But it’s counterfeit is deeply detrimental. We do not forgive for the sake of appearances of peace Nor for a higher moral ground. […]Read more "Fake forgiveness"
Are not asked by peopleThat don’t care.Nor are they evidenceThat you don’t belongAnd they do not have to be interpretedAs attacks on your identity.Hard questionsAre proof that you are surroundedBy people that care too muchTo see you suckAnd who have tied their successTo your own,Who have eyes to seeWho you really areWhen your own perspectivesLead […]Read more "Hard questions"
Are often the ones we most avoidBecause they will likelyChange everything.From declarations of loveTo termination of contractsIt is a stomach-churning eventTo speak your truth.And yet the truth sets you freeEven if it puts your comfort at risk.Our minds are like spiders webs,We can easily get stuckIn words left unspoken.If for no other reasonSpeak up to […]Read more "The most important conversations"
Something in me aches For a smile On the face of every strangerAffirmationOn the lips of every loved oneEager support From every colleague and acquaintance,As though all the world’s peoplesWere extras in my screenplayNPCs* in my video gameSpectators and cheerleaders on my sidelines-Always seeing things my wayAlways ready to play their partOf the grateful participantIn […]Read more "On needing to being liked"
Not all of us have an agenda.Contrary to what wasExpected of herShe did not haveA well calculated reasonFor every stepA motive for every actionAs though every act would allTally up one daySo she could claimWhat she’d been after all along.For her it was different.She had no agenda.She was just respondingTo love.She’d learned to stop runningStop […]Read more "Agenda"
People need to be believed in.There’s nothing quite likeThe belief of anotherTo prop you upWhen your own track recordDoesn’t lend you the strength you needTo stand up straight.Sometimes we riseSimply because others believeWe can.Indeed it is not only the promising onesThat need it,But especiallyThe misfits, the late bloomersAnd the ones who’s names no one seems […]Read more "On believing in people"
Is not an occasionFor your own.Not much goodHas ever come from two stubborn peopleEach being well aware of the need forReconciliationBut each saying to the other‘’You first’’.Humility hurts only for a momentFor once pride has been swallowedIt almost invariably gives wayTo a kind of freedomLightness of heartAnd purity of spiritThat comes from not letting the […]Read more "Other people’s pride"
Aren’t static.Nor is the list complete.Things happenPeople changeFaces grow oldChildren are bornChildren move outFriends get marriedLoved ones pass awayLove passes awayYet the cycle continues.Perhaps there was a timeWhen the people you lovedAll lived in one placeAnd roughly saw the worldThe same as you-Now they are far awayLiving a life you can’t relate to.Maybe ‘your people’Were […]Read more "‘Your people’"
Home is more than where the heart is-Its where your feet are planted,RootedIt is where you have chosen to belongThe people you refuse to let downThe tribe you prioritize.Home is more than a sentimentOr a place of fond memoriesIt is the context from which you flourishA soil that is fertilized by yourCommitment to it.To know […]Read more "On knowing where home is"
Suffering is universalThough it is not symmetrically distributed.One misfortuneSets one woman back a few steps,No biggieAnd that same misfortune wipes another out –Never to bounce back.Yet comparing woundsNever healed anyone.Sore spotsAre proof of our humanity,Evidence of life’s fragility,And most importantly,Reminders that humans,No matter their station,Should be handled with care.Read more "Sore spots"