I see the euphoric streets of Italy,
I see the therapeutic walks through the faint mist oozing down from the horizon of England
I see timeless moments patiently waiting to be conceived through endless dialogues with you…
My, my, my…
This is me silently being ravished by the Benevolent Moments of You

With every second I spend gazing at words that have been choreographed into telling novels
I can’t help but ponder over the time God had spent in knitting you together…
With every single comma that prevails where one would expect to see a bleak full stop,
You are the story that keeps getting better and better…

My dear,
You are enough.
Though suffocating fumes of doubt and neglect may invade your state of utopia
My dear,
You are water:
Vigorous enough to flood the lungs of Despair and make harsh lips quake,
Yet benevolent enough to stimulate life and love in those who choose to surf your turbulent waves…

Not a single day goes by without ever asking myself how I managed to find the kind of love that harnesses the soul…
I’ve always believed I’d find the one that I’ve been reserving my heart for;
But who would’ve thought I’d find myself a Queen?
My dear, you’re better than what I was ever ready for…
You entice me with your mind, soothe my soul with your words… Strengthen me with your character, yet you weaken me with your smile…
My, my, my…
You are the perfect definition of Jesus’ love for me,
For I can never grow tired of seeing the unfailing quality of ineffable mysteries within your eyes…

With every waking moment
With every second I spend on my knees before our God
I can’t help but see the euphoric streets of Italy,
To see the therapeutic walks through the faint mist oozing down from the horizon of England
To see timeless moments patiently waiting to be conceived through endless dialogues with you..
My, my, my…
This is me continuously being ravished by the Benevolent Moments of You
With hopes that someday we will stand hand in hand, and confess to each other, “I do”

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Ntheteng Mathunyane – speaker of words, people’s poet, man of faith, and more.

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At times the eyes of my heart deceive me
I look upon that which bears the image of the Divine
and I fail to see heaven residing within
I see but cracks and imperfections instead

At times the ears of my soul deceive me
My soul knows full well from whence it came
I know the voice of the lover of my soul
Yet I hear voices of doubt and fear instead

But God… He cannot be silenced
The Divine cannot be ignored, not for long
As deep cries out to deep so my soul yearns
It too, cannot be silenced or ignored

The deceiver of my heart cannot triumph
Let the scales fall from the eyes of my heart
Pray I see clearly once more
For My heart surely knows lie from truth

My soul knows from whence it came
The deceiver of my soul cannot have the last word
Pray my ears hear clearly once more
For they surely know the voice of my Father

In that day, deaf ears will hear*
Out of gloom and darkness the eyes of the blind will see.
My heart and soul, they hear the words of the scroll
For they’ve been set free and they see the light

*Isaiah 29:18

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Flo Boora – Jesus follower, lover of life, story teller, adventurer, foodie, natural-born motivator, perpetual learner.

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