In the beginning was the word. Over ages some have tried to change the word. What is etched in but on sand will be there for all to see. Some means not all are same. The world is a stage but what about those backstage?
When a friend becomes a brother or sister.
When they say it to you as it is but with discretion.
When they still got your back despite your shortcoming.
When they assist you to bring out the best in you.
Above all the encouragement.
For certain reasons, I mention no names but I am most appreciative and grateful
THE PARABLE OF THE FOOTPRINTS.
The ultimate. Do not ask me. Yours. Mine. Ours if it is a joint venture. The ultimate. Wet cement roads. Slippery clay roads. Quick sand roads. Grassy roads. Becareful lest you slip on the clay road and hurt yourself, or you get stuck in that wet cement or you sink in that quick sand. Stay on the grassy road. No footprints to be seen. Destination assured.
How good it is to sit and dine. Virginity of minds encircling a table. Purity of hearts sharing love. Stability of gaits devoid of Bacchus water. Full. Thoughts and composure. Full. Compassion. I pray it continues. Dream or wake? God be my help.
It is amazing. Very much so. How people pull it off and get away with it. How people portray themselves as the epitome of holiness yet are the devil’s incarnate.
She did not know who to turn to. She did not trust anyone. Not even the so called man of …. I beg or rather plead. To ask. Who, what, which made these to be proclaimed, acclaimed, and appointed with titles to lay claim to be of the royal priesthood? These days for a penny, one becomes a title holder. I digress. Her story. One of pain. One of sorrow. She had been bashed on the rocks of life. The ship that she was, built with a flotation device, she refused to go down. She drowned. Nowhere to be seen. A blow had been dealt her.
There she was. All wanted to befriend her. She had ridden on a low crest of a wave into port. She had docked safely. Only this time, her dock was God. Her creator. He had moulded her. He was her flotation device.
Then their eyes met. Anger, pain, love, hatred, forgiveness, amazement, peace. It was all there. Laughter, a giant kind smile, an easy going attitude was all it took.
Excerpt from the book. Untitled.
A #SILENT NOISES publication
#SilentNoises ~knm 