the end of our prayers

Sometimes we pray with all our might. We beseech the frailty of our words to reach heaven’s throne We quote…

the end of the days

But go your way till the end. And you shall rest and shall stand in your allotted place at the…

i miss your hugs

I miss your hugs wrapping me in the warm folds of your embrace. I miss your prayers asking God to…

i smiled at death

My mother is unfolding the past, poring through photos from our childhood home in Eldoret, dispensing its fragments on our…

what becomes of her?

what becomes of a woman who does not pray? what becomes of the seasons of her life in which she…

the boy and me

  Maybe our love will work. Maybe it won’t but that will give me poetry.   (adapted/paraphrased from Yrsa Daley-Ward’s “poetry”…

this is love

this is how we know what love is Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. for us. for us.…

when souls return to You

On Sunday, the pastor preaches about suffering. The overstated Romans verse that all things work out for the good of…

another 17th january

Today we celebrated the birthday of a new friend I have made in the last year. She turned 23. I…