Butterfly fly by my window.Flap your beautiful wings painted with the colours of the sun.Remind me again of how creative the mater of creation is.How he is able to intricately place every detail into this marvellous tapestry.Remind me again of just how much he desires beauty.How he patiently waits for you to fully mature inContinue reading “Fly by my window”
The journey of self acceptance isn’t an easy one. It is a silent battle that everyone fights through. It is a battle I have fought through. Despite the many demons I had to face I came out victorious and learned to love and appreciate myself even more.
The evenings within me; Hold an eternal sunset- In a space I often retreat to However often I get upset. The evenings within me; Hold symphonic orchestras, That play softly in my arrival And arouse me with arias. The evenings within me; Are my inner joy and peace, A resting place for my mind, AContinue reading “Evenings within me (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
Seeing that this is the first day in the month of love, I decided to focus on this four lettered feeling and share what I feel is note to my minnie me one day in the near future. Our mothers have always been our first love. Their journies of learning to love have not been the easiest but they choose to keep going and see what unfolds.
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Lots of love and happy new month. 🤗
I really miss writing. And two weeks of bed rest can really kill your thoughts. But I’m back
As the rain drops; It draws tears from my eyes- Creating a stream of emotions, Along with a stream from the skies. As the rain drops; It brings forth life anew- And I can only hope, That’ll also mean getting over you By : Phanuel Ayelum. Picture credit 📸 : Phanuel Ayelum. Raindrops, the smellContinue reading “As the rain drops (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
I think I just wrote my wedding vows. Lol I guess that’s what happens when you spend the day listening to love songs from the 80s’.
Matthew Henry said, “It ought to be the business of every day to prepare for our finalday.”When the clock strikes death, will you be ready to go?When the reaper comes for the harvest will your grain be ready for the show? Or will you be one of the caged souls? Trapped in a metal prisonContinue reading “The caged souls.”
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The absence of sound Is lovely thing Peaceful in nature For they that are listening… By: Phanuel Ayelum. Photo credit : Alex Markovich If you don’t know who Alex Markovich is and you also happen to be a poet reading this blog, then consider this a message from the universe asking you to check outContinue reading “Silence (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”