Reach Up, Reach Out

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Your scribbled words
An enigma,
Your spoken words
A mystery,
Sudokus are made
For scholars;
Demystify the letters,
Unravel the illegibility,
Unmuzzle your freeness,
Reach up, reach out;
Send an invite to the Holy One
Who loves you eternally.

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In Love With… Words

 

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Looking back, I realise that somehow my preference, natural inclination and love for certain subjects was preparing me towards writing.

In secondary school, I loved English language. I made more effort to pass my English than my mathematics, and somehow I found it easier and more fun. I remember standing in front of my mum’s full size mirror, reading my scribbles or “lecture notes” as I used to call them, pretending to be some dignitary at a very important function, wowing the audience with my exceptional English. 😀😀Even up till now, I still love English language, both spoken and written.
Although English is not my first language, when I hear someone speak a terrible bad English or another making murderous grammatical errors, it drives me insane honestly. I can’t stand bad English. My love for this language is such that either you speak it well or not at all. But then, I’ve relaxed a bit because nobody including me, is perfect, except the Queen perhaps.

Another subject I loved extremely and passionately was literature. Oh, how I loved, memorised, and soliloquised those wonderfully phrased words and sentences especially in poetry and drama. I always gulped them down like a thirsty fish out of water. In school, we read Macbeth, 12th Night, Merchant of Venice, Things Fall Apart, Oliver Twist, Trials of Brother Jero, Great Expectations and a lot more I’ve forgotten. We studied a lot of poems by Christopher Okigbo, Wole Soyinka, and many others. I loved and loved reading many of these poems. In my GCSE I had an A in literature. Literature was like my Walls vanilla ice cream. It never bored me.

Then as a student, during the holidays, I was always indoors, either in our church library or curled up at home reading some novel. I read a lot of James Hardley Chase, Grace Livingston Hills, John Grisham, etc. I read all the readable fiction and Christian novels in our church library then. For some reason, I never read Mills and Boon. I tried it once but didn’t finish it. It was all too girly and very predictable.

On the contrary, I do find mathematics and calculations quite an unwarranted headache. And to think that at some point in my life I wanted to be an accountant… Phew!! What was I thinking?? I’m glad I listened to myself, discovered what I was good at and hence ended up studying law.

Looking back, I’ve come to realise I always preferred words to calculations. It’s no secret, I am in love with words.

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Compliment

Someone wrote:
Compliments go a long way
To cheer and endear,
And that’s the truth!
Compliments adorns the receiver
With a velvety regal outfit
Eliciting goodwill,
Releasing endorphins,

Let’s ditch the spicy words,
Let our compliments flow,
Like an endless river,
Of pure enriched goodness.

Don’t use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them.” Ephesians 4:29 NLT

Daily Prompt: Spicy

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The Words I Speak

If I hang your words around my neck,

Will they be a garland of pink roses?
Or will they be a garland of brown thorns?

Will they form a halo round my head?
Or will they pierce my life like pointed daggers?

“May the words of my mouth and the meditation
of my heart be pleasing to you, O LORD..”

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Let Your Light Shine

Like a plain crisp paper
Carrying graceful words of God
Let my life be a medium of God’s:

Light to those in darkness
Joy to the bereaved
Wisdom to the simpleminded
Warning to the rebellious
Grace to the saints
Faith to the doubtful
Liberty to those in bondage

Most importantly, Oh Lord,
Let my life be:
A medium for the gospel of Jesus
To the unbelieving world
A medium of God’s love letter
To the lost sinner

“Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.”- Matthew 5:16

Daily Prompt: Paper

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Lord, Teach Me…

Lord, teach me…

To be prudent with words
Not brazen nor careless
Thoughtful words, seasoned with grace

To be prudent with money
Not frivolous nor foolish
A wise saver, a generous giver

To be prudent with food
Not greedy nor wasteful
A spartan eater, eating for strength

To be prudent with time
Not lazy or idle
Industrious, redeeming the time

To be prudent with people
Not proud or contentious
Peaceful, loving everyone

To be prudent with You
Not arrogant or self-centred
Obedient, following after Your heart

Daily Prompt: Prudent

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The Writer and His Thoughts

As much as you love writing like do, as much as you love playing with words like I do, there comes a time when you experience a dearth in imagination. Your mind goes blank and your creativity goes dead; you pick your pen or notepad but just stare in silence. Nothing seems to form coherency in your mind. It’s as if you are lost in the desert, wondering aimlessly without purpose. Or like an empty canoe on a vast sea water drifting here and there with the tides. You just can’t find the words to properly express yourself and your thoughts.

It’s easier to go to work and do this or that, drive there or meet with people. But for the writer, his work is in his mind. Unless it’s penned down, no work is done. Not only that, there’s the editing and readability factor. Writing is an art that relies heavily on the creativities and expressions of the mind. The state of the mind dictates the words on the paper. Some writers just pen down whatever comes to their mind which sometimes may not make sense. Others, think and analyse every word and structure till it makes perfect sense which could be another extreme. Different styles, different strokes, different schemes just like painting.

Anyway, in all honesty I ask- how do you get yourself into that “writing zone” when you can’t seem to find it?

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