...MADE OF GLASS...

What if our hearts are made of glass; whatever the color, size or state - good or bad; and everyone can see through it? Amazingly; only God sees the intent of every man’s heart at every time.

What if our hearts are made of glass & we don’t have to depend on tell-tale puzzles of words and actions? Amazingly; the mastery of hypocrisy makes the puzzle a mission impossible.

What if our hearts are made of glass & we embrace a brand new world were less words will be spoken to convince each other? Amazingly; words now have become insufficient for convinction.

What if our hearts are made of glass & we can see when it is cracked or broken and needs fixing? Amazingly, the presence of our bodies does not always signify our hearts are with it.

What if our hearts are not made of glass but our intents, words, actions and the unity of our hearts and bodies were? Amazingly amazing is what our relationships & society will become.

Not just to yourself but others... strive to be true.

Worlds and Opposite

Case: We learned words and opposite in our primary education. I realize today it cuts into everyday life. For example, we find ourselves amidst people and feel a shrill of loneliness. Other times, we are all by ourselves yet can't sleep because a lot is going on in our hearts and lives.

Antidote: Life is a battle of words. Let our words (convictions) be opposite to our worlds and we will find strength and resilience to rise above our mountains.

Action Step: Finding your words in God's word

...my last song...

If this was my last day, I'll spend it loving the beginning of life without end

If this was my last moment, I'll relish planting a smile in the depth of your heart

If this was my last dance, I'll let the beats fade holding your hands

If this was my last tears, I'll shed them smiling so you also have a reason to smile

If this was my last piece, I'll end them saying how dear you are to me

If this was my last song, I'll sing amazing grace that saved a wretch like me.

YELLOW: TALE OF THE TIDES

That fateful night when life's eyes shed two streams of separate tears.
The beauty of one was bringing you to life and anguish of the other which was taking hers
Streaks of salty fluid made its path on you; partially washing her blood stains off you
Your shrill subdued her quiet sobs as she made her way to where you came from.

Caressed by the pangs of excruciating pain and her fleeting breath
Echo of her joy was reverberated while holding closely to her bundle of joy
Genetics successfully passed her charming dimple-traits from her cheeks to yours
Such beauty to reproduce oneself on exit only to suffer the gift of a day's sight.

Rays from the sun hit my pupils, accompanied by warm tears to cool my hurting eyes.
Separated by 6ft between two worlds where she lay I recount the story of her.
On this side dear one, today can be life, wealth, joy but tomorrow; no guarantee - nothing.
Like the rise and fall of the tides, life can't be too fair or cruel is just what it is.