Yes, that’s what lay between last year and the New Year, we just seemed to have flipped over. Can you count the souls striving to get this far from the last year? Can you imagine the lives lost trying to cross over this seemingly?
I've searched all over for a feeling that would depict the significance of this day to express the generality of love shared. but I could not. then out of the blue, it crossed my mind that there is an incomparable love that abides in each of us if we
I put my hand out on his side of the bed to feel him But there was a blank cold sheet before on the bed I forced my eyes open to see just darkness around the room Panic seized my weary heart, and dread swept over me With this sinking realizatio
As I stood guard on my night watch, And weariness of the night watch Weighs on my loins and my body has become drowsy; And my alertness draws out the fetter to The breaking point of desolation on this drudge I heard the Cock Crow of the New Daw
I took a random verse of the scripture to verify the fact no scripture is of a private interpretation. The result was amazing. I shared in this story the outcome of that survey.
When Queen got the job of the Secretary to the Project Director, she did not bargain to be the cynosure of all the male folks at Ottablecie. And that's what it turned out to be: from the all patronizing Adigio to the Intriguing Ton. While Ebiere and
Of all the things Jesus did to reconcile us with God, He did not charge us for anything, yet for a little favor we render to someone, we forget we're Christian and try to be so hard in charges; Even to the Lord himself, we may even charge Him.
But by a throng of an Angelic host; with a melodious rendition of Hymns and Psalteries
The sunset at a time when it was to give out its utmost brilliance.
Certain things are too grievous to be expressed in Plain words; they are best thought out in poetic verses.
Every step they taking ends in a misstep, thus we continue the plodding, without knowing where our last step would step on. A nation in a flounder; just musing.
Everyone will need to awaken their security awareness instinct to be his own Personal security guard,
War is not an option for any peaceful living. Long after the fighting has ended, the scar of the encounter will not go away from the psychic of those that .............. Thus, the old man came to talk about the scar of the last war in the land.
In the midst of threatening World chaos, this call to the Faithful is meant to ask them to be steadfast.; to hold on to the profession of their belief.
In his thatched house in the hilltop, he looks at the world like as in a prism
Life's is about purpose and achievement, but also there are a lot of pitfall and ensnarement.
....while the whirling Storm of evil being let loose in our shores from the fringe of hell is causing unprintable murder and mayhem that is likened to the great tribulation....
O! Mighty Wind, you sail through our part soft and gentle, caressing our body and soul in the fondness of a lover’s touch so invigorating Whistling in a tune of love and greatness to mankind Refreshing our breath daily in the newness of life
When the shots ceased and the cloud cleared he was grateful to be in one piece, but not so for two others lying lifeless on the pavement
This series of Poems are my tribute to the members of the Nigeria Police that lost their lives in the course of protecting her citizens
When the gun finally stopped at the sound of a wailing siren called to the scene and a toll was taken, another cop would not be seeing his wife and baby without saying good-bye He’d paid the supreme price to keep us safe in our homes
And like the one that just awakens from a nightmare, the Joy of a true Love will wipe away all the pain and sorrow you ever had that you won't believe it is for real.
Relief can become so overwhelming that your joy and sadness can become one big tear drop
My heart aches for the one love I have lost.
I could not bear to hold back my tears as my boyfriend said we are breaking up and left me in the cold. But no matter how much tears I shed, It could touch his heart
Life could be fun sometimes: throwing in strange bedfellows together. The puddle they'll make will take an eternity to clean.
# The East/West coastal road dream, is it still alive????