Until it is Dawn Again

O God, have mercy on me, 

Help me for I am weak.

My feet falter every moment,

I stumble, I stagger, I fall

I see passing stars and perceive them as Suns

I exclaim with delight, 

And hold on to it as the absolute,

The certain light that will change all the world.

But I am mistaken again and again. 

The only certain light is Thine, 

Only upon Thee may I rely on and not be deceived

Thou are the sole light, the certain Sun that never sets 

Thou the refuge,

Thou the stronghold,

Thou the fortress

Upon you and you only

May I rely on 

And not be deceived

O Spirit of God,

Draw me home,

For it is dark and I have far to go.

Night approaches,

And I am lost in the forest

I know not whither to turn

I know not the way to walk

O Spirit of God, 

Draw me home

Let me rest in Thy Heart,

Until it is dawn again

I ask Christ Jesus what He sees in me

That makes Him love me thus.

He says, "I see sin,

Shame,

Sadness,

And nothingness."

"And still You love me?" I ask quietly,

With emotion

"And still I love you," He replies quietly too,

And then I feel and touch 

And experience His Love.

In the darkness so oppressive, 

I see Light flooding in,

Rising like a waterfall,

Enveloping me in heavenly joy,

Until I drown in the peace and sheer delight 

Of being entirely in God.

I am lost in the love of God

As a drop of water in the immensity of the mighty oceans.

I have drowned in the love of Christ, 

And I would not want to emerge,

Not for a thousand worlds.

O gentle Lover of my hurting soul,

O Christ who died from love of me,

You pamper me with your Love unending.

O my Precious, Thou hast loved me precariously, dangerously,

To death on the cross,

Though I loved Thee not.

O Spirit of God,

Draw me home,

For it is night,

And I have far to go.

Let me rest awhile in Thy Heart,

Until it is dawn again

I say to Christ Jesus,

"Am I not Thy creature?

Am I not Thy child,

Thy beloved?

Am I not the beating of Thy Heart?"

And with an audacity born of child-like trust,

I continue, with faltering voice

And tearful eyes,

"Is it not Thee who should look after me?

Is it not Thee who must take care of my every need?

Am I not Yours, and You mine?

Take care of me," I ask.

And I no longer know whether this prayer is the humble supplication of the sinner,

Or the audacious command of the helpless child to its Father.

My voice breaks. I can speak no longer. 

His infinite Love is too much for me to bear

And I hear Christ reply,

In a voice like the gentle waters of a flowing river.

I hear Him speak, Him who is the certain Sun that never sets,

The forever-dawn that lasts forever:

"Beloved, hear Me speak:

I loved You first.

The very beating of my Heart is for you,

All the Love in My Heart is for you.

For you I made the worlds and stars,

For you I came to die,

To ransom you from sin,

And shame, and death.

You are Mine and Mine only.

You are in my thoughts every moment,

Do not fear,

I will take care of you.

The Spirit of God

Will draw you home,

So that you may rest in My Heart,

Not until dawn but forever.

I am yours,

And you are Mine,

And will always be,

Forever and ever."

And all I can hear and see and feel now

Is the Love of Christ, 

And all I want now and every moment is to belong totally

To Christ Jesus.

In His embrace shall I remain, 

Until the dawning of the Son,

And then - forever and ever.

For I am His and He is Mine

Musing on AI Phobias

Each individual posseses unique identity-critical features. Individuals of the 21st century generally abhor the collection of information pertaining to their identity for the reason that once extracted, this information becomes electronically available and more susceptible to unlawful sharing, malicious use and potential identity theft. AI thrives on the individual's informational identity, as each individual is being translated into an informational identity in this age of AI so that, apparently, a 'bespoke' AI could be tailored for each individual. This is at the cost of the individual's informational identity. This is the rationale for the underlying AI phobia, which is further complicated by the individual's confused wonderment at this emerging tech.

Only time can tell if this is a boon or bane.

A New Year Comes Forth

As a new year dawns on planet Earth, billions of people around the world dream new dreams. How poignant it is that such glorious dreams are dreamt at the very outset of the year. The desires and wishes of so many millions! 

How many of these will realize their dreams? Is it possible to just 'bring about' your dreams by sheer force of willpower and effort? Perhaps. Perchance some may be haunted by the fact that last year's dreams were futile - and they may be desperate to fulfill their new resolutions. 

But there is an undeniably successful way to make your life the stuff of dreams this year. It is a path that may not guarantee that your dreams be realized - it is a path that lets go the violent, panicking hold on one's whims and fancies, and trusts in another dream. The gentle, loving dream that God our Father dreamt as He created you. "For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope" (Jer 29:11). Our dreams may be beautiful, tender, sweet, poignant, moving. But God's dream is amazing and is the one single dream that our soul has always longed for. Do yourself a good turn and put all your trust in God this year! Every decision, every plan, let them all be submitted to the beautiful plans of God. Let everything happen in your life as God desires, and you will be happier than you can ever be. You will find happiness in all its beauty and truth. 

We have dreamed long enough. Let God have His way now. Let His Kingdom come. Let His will be done. On earth as it is in Heaven. 

Adam

 

There,

My loss

Closed, hopeless, 

Helpless, fighting - 

In a violence of

Emotion

I've got myself on my feet

And I'm staring,

Sad

At that gate that's been 

Closed on me.

That entire land's now beyond me,

And I'm denied access 

To my own sweet homeland

It don't have a name, you see,

Cos I'm Man, that generic figure 

Shrouded in mystery.

But I been kicked out - 

By my own doing, my own.

And am enraged at myself.

Poor land, sweet poor land,

Is there no one there

To water your plants

And tend this sheep anymore?

But there is,

There's One who waits for my re-entry.

You know the meanings of my poems.

I look at Him, God - 

I'm in 

Love

And I'm returning

There

Daily Writes

P1

I've become used to living

15 metres above sea level.

The air is breathless here,

So's the view. Closer to the clouds,

Closer to the heavens

P2

Now even in my dreams

I wear a mask

And carefully stand

Three feet from everyone.

Where are my old dreams?

P3

Oh the trails 

We have blazed,

You and I,

Together,

In the light of the dying sun

P4

In the light of the dying sun,

I scribbled down a hasty poem

And flung it to the sunset

With a kiss smelling of 

Deathlessness

P5

Maniac thoughts

Dance in my mind

Asking me

Ferociously

To write a poem

P6

This poem is what happens when

All the hopes you've placed on the skies are

Rudely dashed to the ground and

You are told that the only thing to do is

Rise before dawn and wait

P7

Heart break

Spat-out song

Merciless reality

Staring unseeing

At fate

P8

After that I lived a parody of my own life

And tweeted about the uncertain future

To the numb past and chortled as I watched

The birds of the sky fly upside down

And cried

P9

Poetry was a sort of way for me

To come to terms with absence

And misdirection, and vagueness,

Especially as I foraged into the future

Searching for the answer to the past

P10

God is the blessing

from which

I want

no

escape

P11

Way's narrow,

But there are highways

To heaven.

From the midst of the world

Into the spinning sun

P12

paradoxes

were my alphabet

when i set out 

to write 

a poem

P13 

(prayer is what keeps me sane)

I wanted to tell you,

the other day -

you are

what keeps me

sane

P14 

hey you,

destined for greatness,

flap those invisible wings

that i know you have - 

and fly

P15 

The wonderful thing is that

People still do things

For others

For free,

Expecting no reward at all

P16

I

deliquefy 

my tears

and throw them to the skies

And I

subvert myself

and now

every breath is a laugh

P17

Each of us with finite centres

World of our own,

Not exceeding -

Crumbling - 

Till the day of our transcendence 

P18

Been dreaming of a time

When we all laughing with each other

Living each day without fear

Gifting smiles that we can at last see,

Cause we won't be wearing masks anymore

P19

Only if I tell you

"Your 'smaller' problems are bigger

Than my 'bigger' problems"

Will God say to me "Your tiny problems 

Are big enough for me to see."

P20

I saw the other day,

As in a vision,

The richest poorest person

Smiling at me

With wounds in his hands

P21

To this planet

Or any other planet,

Dear God - 

I'd go anywhere

For you

P22

This slab of steel

Not gonna give me

The transcendence 

That I long for -

That's in the timeless moment

P23

I stepped inside an endless ring,

Found freedom from the pull of stars

I've dreamt of wine jars full of wine

And suddenly it's true and fine

This is no dream I live, it's truth

Where once was water now is wine.

Whose hands wrought this I surely know

His hands now hold the heart of light

feeling

extraordinarily

self-conscious

using a language

that was spread like the plague 

by

allegedly 

civilized colonizers

The Black Man's Monologue

Come, white man, sit awhile with me,

And let me civilize you.

Let me teach you how we were meant

To respect each other.

Let me explain to you patiently,

As if to a little child,

That the colour of the human skin

Is a purely biological phenomena

That has nothing to do with a person's worth.

Above all, let me teach you how to be kind,

You who are now my burden and my brother,

Though my younger brother.

Come, white man, sit awhile with me,

And let me civilize you