With my mind’s eye I see so many things I could be…thoughts of being a better me, one shrouded in love, with a strong sense of the manifest power of a living God. To discern, access and utilize the power He has given seems sometimes an elusive dream but through time’s tick tock, certainty, knowledge and the true path is awakened and embraced.
In-between the spaces of occupied life, there is real thought and baby steps towards full growth are taken. Yes in these times the issues which plague an unsettled mind become etched in charcoal clarity… sublime solutions to a reality. Disconnected from the clutter, the simplicity of life blooms in your hand…live, worship, love all with whom you make contact, nothing else is worthy of prolonged pondering. But then comes the morning.….
In the bright of day, its hard to fit the remnant pieces of the eureka moment together in the puzzle and so the temptation to perpetuate the cycle of ill-thought and worry pour forth as the only course of action to be taken. Reflections of a self in the mirror is not yesterday’s strong image and laying hold of the hope continually slipping from your hands is consuming….In these days I’ve found it best to hold on to the Word, to the promises, to the Spirit for guidance and eventual understanding.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Intimacy
Like sweet Port to the palate, his presence commands attention….awakens the senses. Standing close enough to drink in his aura, his eyes draws you in….his quiet confidence is… intoxicating. In a crowded airport a simple goodbye is transformed into an intimate moment….the hustle and bustle of those going and coming becomes a distant echo…. replaced by the captivating smell of his aftershave mixed in with the unmistakable musk of him.
The morning stubble on his cheek is comfortingly coarse against yours and sweet sensation tingle down to your core…like a reflex you lean into his strength. His hug is firm… sure, protective…..mildly possessiveJ His stare is intense, evoking memories of open eyed kisses and soft whispers in the break of dawn….coaxing, teasing, daring you to perform…..a low moan against the side of his neck, a little peck too and a visible shudder radiates across his chest through his plain white T in reaction to you…Pleasing.
In the end, as you unravel hungry lips from his, and trail your fingertips down his back, across his waist and pull him closer still to feel all of him against the pulse of your now damp flesh…a last kiss on the cheek to say goodbye until when next we meet….interlocked fingers are unwillingly released.
Though the moment is pregnant with other emotions, they are things which prudence, distance and wrong timing dictate should better be left unsaid….one can only offer up respect for the intimacy shared.
The morning stubble on his cheek is comfortingly coarse against yours and sweet sensation tingle down to your core…like a reflex you lean into his strength. His hug is firm… sure, protective…..mildly possessiveJ His stare is intense, evoking memories of open eyed kisses and soft whispers in the break of dawn….coaxing, teasing, daring you to perform…..a low moan against the side of his neck, a little peck too and a visible shudder radiates across his chest through his plain white T in reaction to you…Pleasing.
In the end, as you unravel hungry lips from his, and trail your fingertips down his back, across his waist and pull him closer still to feel all of him against the pulse of your now damp flesh…a last kiss on the cheek to say goodbye until when next we meet….interlocked fingers are unwillingly released.
Though the moment is pregnant with other emotions, they are things which prudence, distance and wrong timing dictate should better be left unsaid….one can only offer up respect for the intimacy shared.
A Good Soul
I believe the Lord puts people in your life for specific purposes….My Primary School teacher, Mrs. Thomas, was one such. She was an institution unto herself, a tower of strength at her 5ft 4inches, a mind filled with all the world’s knowledge (I thought at the time),the fastest draw in the East with a leather strap and an unfailing spirit of kindness.
I was fortunate to have been one of the many subjects under her tutelage since grade 1 and formed a connection, though unwelcomed sometimes. Over time, however I grew to appreciate her uncompromising style which was borne out of her yearning to see each one of us excel beyond hers and our imaginings. Yes, overtime I began to realize that this woman was a droplet from heaven…afterall, only an angel could open my dusty mind to the rudiments of mathematics and actually make some of it stick.
My ‘fortunateness’ lasted over 4 years in her private lesson class and I can scant remember any bad moments really. Instead, I have two vivid memories of this imparter of knowledge….one where she was responsible for the worse arsing I’d ever received (personally mi feel she never haffi talk bout the private lesson I was missing with Ms. Lewis, her stand in while she vacationed. I strongly feel she did me wrong by reporting my absence to my mother one Sunday on her way to church…that day I learnt the ‘value’ of the community approach to child rearing).
My second memory is much better and has been the light house to which I’ve clung for the better part of my adult life. On a day in a week where there seemed to have been a disconnection from God’s grace in every part of my 11 yr old life, I walked home from the bus stop noting every crack in the sidewalk and the tip of my shoes… “Lift your head and walk proudly child”….her voice echoed through my mire and I smiled…”Good evening Mrs. Thomas” I replied.
T’were words for strong, focused living.
A month or two ago I swung by her home, having heard she was ill....prepared to see the strong tower, though by now she would be 90 ish….She didn’t remember me. My prayers go up for her still and I thank God that she knew me then and chose not to shirk from the responsibility of encouraging a yout’.
The good one does will always live on.
I was fortunate to have been one of the many subjects under her tutelage since grade 1 and formed a connection, though unwelcomed sometimes. Over time, however I grew to appreciate her uncompromising style which was borne out of her yearning to see each one of us excel beyond hers and our imaginings. Yes, overtime I began to realize that this woman was a droplet from heaven…afterall, only an angel could open my dusty mind to the rudiments of mathematics and actually make some of it stick.
My ‘fortunateness’ lasted over 4 years in her private lesson class and I can scant remember any bad moments really. Instead, I have two vivid memories of this imparter of knowledge….one where she was responsible for the worse arsing I’d ever received (personally mi feel she never haffi talk bout the private lesson I was missing with Ms. Lewis, her stand in while she vacationed. I strongly feel she did me wrong by reporting my absence to my mother one Sunday on her way to church…that day I learnt the ‘value’ of the community approach to child rearing).
My second memory is much better and has been the light house to which I’ve clung for the better part of my adult life. On a day in a week where there seemed to have been a disconnection from God’s grace in every part of my 11 yr old life, I walked home from the bus stop noting every crack in the sidewalk and the tip of my shoes… “Lift your head and walk proudly child”….her voice echoed through my mire and I smiled…”Good evening Mrs. Thomas” I replied.
T’were words for strong, focused living.
A month or two ago I swung by her home, having heard she was ill....prepared to see the strong tower, though by now she would be 90 ish….She didn’t remember me. My prayers go up for her still and I thank God that she knew me then and chose not to shirk from the responsibility of encouraging a yout’.
The good one does will always live on.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Cane River...:)
Sometimes the Lord lets you experience a place where the great spirits of old must have offered up sacrifices of praise. Nestled in the Hills of Nine Miles Bull Bay is the Cane River Falls. It’s a place which herald’s the glory of God is visible…it’s a creative mind’s dream.
The ‘good’ stretch of road from the main up the hill ends sooner than you think so a four wheel drive vehicle is recommended…..even the 200 or so steps down to the river side is worth it when oxygen flows back to your thighs and legs. The hardest of hearts could not deny itself the opportunity to be lulled by the cascading water gushing ferociously through the rocks to the pool.
The first touch of water to a born Kingstonian’s skin is cold but soon the body adapts and all the senses are filled with the sheer power of this force of nature….one can’t help but fall completely in love.
As the current laps water against the surrounding boulders, a being acknowledges the hand of God and is stimulated to pray…. basking in the stream of sunlight through the trees. In your mind you realize that Man is but a small part of His Creation….on the lowest rung even…for how can We be more than the majestic tree growing 15 ft or so above the ground..but anchored by 60ft roots which wrap the rocks….immovable. Roots like the mane of a real, real Rastaman, thick; strong; exuding know-ledge and the wisdom chastened by age. A creature of unreserved obedience to God’s will.….Can man ever really be as much of a blessing as the old tree?
After 2hrs of intermittent massage by the torrents, the journey to the top commences… and while you exercise your mind on the deeper contemplations of this existence, the burn in your lungs and limps becomes more evident and your are constrained to focus on the task at hand..the 150 steps left to go. When the worst is over and you catch your breath leaning against the car, thanks flows from your lips to God’s ear… thanks for the privilege to experience, commune and rest with Him…thanks for days off to replenish your faith.
The ‘good’ stretch of road from the main up the hill ends sooner than you think so a four wheel drive vehicle is recommended…..even the 200 or so steps down to the river side is worth it when oxygen flows back to your thighs and legs. The hardest of hearts could not deny itself the opportunity to be lulled by the cascading water gushing ferociously through the rocks to the pool.
The first touch of water to a born Kingstonian’s skin is cold but soon the body adapts and all the senses are filled with the sheer power of this force of nature….one can’t help but fall completely in love.
As the current laps water against the surrounding boulders, a being acknowledges the hand of God and is stimulated to pray…. basking in the stream of sunlight through the trees. In your mind you realize that Man is but a small part of His Creation….on the lowest rung even…for how can We be more than the majestic tree growing 15 ft or so above the ground..but anchored by 60ft roots which wrap the rocks….immovable. Roots like the mane of a real, real Rastaman, thick; strong; exuding know-ledge and the wisdom chastened by age. A creature of unreserved obedience to God’s will.….Can man ever really be as much of a blessing as the old tree?
After 2hrs of intermittent massage by the torrents, the journey to the top commences… and while you exercise your mind on the deeper contemplations of this existence, the burn in your lungs and limps becomes more evident and your are constrained to focus on the task at hand..the 150 steps left to go. When the worst is over and you catch your breath leaning against the car, thanks flows from your lips to God’s ear… thanks for the privilege to experience, commune and rest with Him…thanks for days off to replenish your faith.
Believing
I believe that when life changing moments occur, its God’s way of getting our attention.
I believe that if you are unconnected with God and Christ you interpret life’s happenings as triumphant moments where You fell down and You overcame and You motivated yourself to strive for better…I believe however, that all these are the works of the Lord and through Him are we strengthened to fight that great fight and indeed win the war.
I believe and thank God daily for knowing my heart and blessing me with enough grace to lean not on my less than sure footed understanding and steps in the ‘right’ direction….I believe, no , know, that my heart will forever hold on to His promise and that my wish , desire, longing is to finally get it right and rest in His embrace for the rest of my life…I believe he’ll give me even just for trying.
I believe in the work of the Church to fulfill God’s plan and I give thanks I was born in a Christian Country…cause if it’s this hard for one who was always surrounded by the Word, then failure would surely be my destiny if I had to convert from one religion to another. I believe the bretheren should edify themselves to be able to answer tough questions when posed by those just beyond the pearly gates…for we are all have come up short.
I believe that humans have an endless capacity to judge one another and themselves too harshly...regardless of our position on the ‘righteousness’ continuum. I thank God for being better than myself.
I believe in the power of prayer and whispering a blessing on the life of everyone you meet, I believe God hears, listens and will show His magnificence to not prove me wrong. I firmly believe it is by His Grace that I shall look back at the beginning thirty years later and say thank you Lord for bringing me to it and through it all…I will be at peace.
I believe that if you are unconnected with God and Christ you interpret life’s happenings as triumphant moments where You fell down and You overcame and You motivated yourself to strive for better…I believe however, that all these are the works of the Lord and through Him are we strengthened to fight that great fight and indeed win the war.
I believe and thank God daily for knowing my heart and blessing me with enough grace to lean not on my less than sure footed understanding and steps in the ‘right’ direction….I believe, no , know, that my heart will forever hold on to His promise and that my wish , desire, longing is to finally get it right and rest in His embrace for the rest of my life…I believe he’ll give me even just for trying.
I believe in the work of the Church to fulfill God’s plan and I give thanks I was born in a Christian Country…cause if it’s this hard for one who was always surrounded by the Word, then failure would surely be my destiny if I had to convert from one religion to another. I believe the bretheren should edify themselves to be able to answer tough questions when posed by those just beyond the pearly gates…for we are all have come up short.
I believe that humans have an endless capacity to judge one another and themselves too harshly...regardless of our position on the ‘righteousness’ continuum. I thank God for being better than myself.
I believe in the power of prayer and whispering a blessing on the life of everyone you meet, I believe God hears, listens and will show His magnificence to not prove me wrong. I firmly believe it is by His Grace that I shall look back at the beginning thirty years later and say thank you Lord for bringing me to it and through it all…I will be at peace.
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