Posted in Letters

To my friend with a white dog

Dear you,
I write because I have a mind
I write because my mind’s got memories
I write because these memories don’t go off easy.
I miss seeing your face and the smile you had to offer
The long walks to my house and the long walks back
I miss the moments of truth and the talks from the heart
The passion in your eyes for the things that touch your depths
I miss the smallness of your frame, full of love and friendly hugs
I miss all these and even more.
Then you went far away to a place not so familiar and you got too familiar.
I tried reaching out to you ‘cos I saw you had many cares.
I prayed hoping that you will see that you have all you need in all the love that surrounds you.
But you shut me out and put me behind bars.
It hurt so much, stung my eyes with heated tears.
I still believe in who you are becoming.
Greatness lies ahead of you.
I hope you will someday look back and remember you once had a friend in me.
I still miss you.

Yours,
Me.

Posted in Inspired writings

#3

I have called you the focus of my love.
My love does not produce fear, but calls you into dimensions of courage and soundness of mind.
I call you to rest in the reality of my affections and lean into the melodies of my lovesong.
My hand is constantly stretched out for you to hold on to when your heart fails and the walls are craving in.
I see it all.
I know it all.
Not from a distance, but as near as the throbbing of your heart.
I’m with you in the hurtful flames and the pressures of a transient world.
In all of these, my heart desire is that you see that my love for you is louder than the voices that travel with the wind.
See, I hear your heart call for help
But you also need to hear my voice shouting back, “Grace! Grace!”

Posted in Poems

Insurgent

He’d rather lurk in the shadows
The safety of his comfort
A ghost of the night
Master beneath the moonlight
The longing of men to behold
For the beauty of his countenance
And the sonority of his harp

Then the stars converged
For the fear of this one
A threat to their sparkle
Or so they thought
War they waged
Oh they raged

They sought the counsel of the moon
The sage of the skies
To silence this one
That he may thrive no more

They forget that they excel in splendor
And are the beauty of the night skies
They forget he is the reflection of their shine
And his glory is ultimately theirs

To them, He is the terror of the night
Minds spooked by the beauty of the ghost
Threatened by his transient applause

Little do they know
That the earth desires the stars
More than a pretty ghost
For he can only offer what they have to give

The sage understands
But the stars?
They know so little

Seye Maj

Posted in Poems

a love tale

There lived once a guy
Who had a breath…
Not that no one else breathes,
As you all know.
But his breath differs.
Exceptional.

Well, along his path
Came a damsel
With the power to make his breath count

He is the breather
And she is the witch

She wields the power to make a heart skip it’s rhythm
And her face shines the light that blinds your vanity
Her craft is not hostile
And her powers spark honest fires

The appearance of The Fairest
Made the breather breathe

The witch is The Fairest

The breather…
There is magic in his breath
And like the story of our Genesis
Their love became a living being
So real,
Morning stars sang together
And leapt for joy
So real,
Can only be compared to Eden in
All her beauty.

No one knows the end of this tale.
I do not know myself.

The ancient Breather still has a breath
And his lady still makes it count.

‘Seye Maj

Posted in My thoughts

God in da hood

hello!
I love the house of God. Don’t you?
I love the church and everything she stands for.
But today I think I’m just gonna point out something we need to work on. I hope it’s okay with you.

So here it is:
“I think I have a problem with us.”
“Anything to worry about?”
“Yes! We have become addicted to the church building!”
“errr…”

We pray to have amazing services and see mighty things happen in our midst. Of course, there’s nothing wrong in that. The church is the place where we are built to maturity and equipped for the work of ministry. But then, there is so much energy in the church that is not channeled to the streets!
So, there it is. We have a problem!
The last I remember of the Great Commission, Jesus said we should go into the world, not stay locked up in a church building!
I really don’t see why we can’t direct our passion in church to the streets.
Do you even know how many people need Jesus? How many lost people there are in your neighborhood?
Do you have an idea of how many unchurched people live on your block and need a church experience?
More than ever before, we need the church to bring God to the neighborhood!

God forbid that we are a people who are comfortable in some building and forget that our mandate is to the street.
God forbid that we will be a people that are blinded to the needs outside our church zone.

Let’s take the healing power of Jesus to the parks, slums and everywhere man is found.
The same atmospheres we have in our church meetings can be taken to dark alleys too.
The love of God transcends our imaginations, reaching to the depths of the soul of the seemingly unlovable.
Everyone therefore deserves a chance to hear the good news that God loves them and wants to do life with them.
No man should be robbed of the chance to either choose or reject Jesus.

But somehow, we don’t seem to know that people really wanna break free from the chains that hold them in. There’s just something in every man that longs for some higher satisfaction- God.

“If I be lifted up from the earth, I will draw all men to myself…” Jesus

“Who desires all men be saved, and all should come to the knowledge of the truth”. Paul, the Apostle

I’m challenged to give people a God-opportunity by offering them a church experience.
What about you?

Great Sunday morning.

‘Seye Maj

Posted in My thoughts

Restoring Sanity

I believe God is with me, and I hope you do too.

Of recent, my thoughts have revolved around a mindedness of the presence of God.
I believe that the church believes what the Bible teaches and not what the TVs communicate. I hope so.
If God’s word says “I will never leave you nor forsake you” Heb 12:5, and it says the Holy Spirit is always with the believer (John 14:17), then we must believe it totally.

I live in a generation where we judge the presence of God by the spectacular.
I live in a generation where we judge the presence of God by our emotional state. So to us, God is only there when our minds feel so, and God is not in the not-so-exciting situations

We must teach our hearts that we walk by faith and not by sight.
That you don’t feel it does not mean God is not in it!
If He said “I will never leave”, then He meant it.
I live in a generation where our faith is base on what our eyes can see and our senses can relate with.
That is carnal. We were not like this.
Jesus made one of the most profound foundational statements about our Christianity.

John 20:29 KJV
“Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed”.

That set the pace for our faith walk.
If we will believe what God’s word says about God’s presence, we will come to see that:
God’s presence is God Himself
God’s presence is not something we invite everyday.
God’s presence is constant.

It’s time for this Christian generation to come back to her senses!
Whether you have God-bumps (goosebumps) in a prayer or worship meeting; or it just feels like a regular day lifting up hands to praise, and not feeling all the holiness and splendor of heaven, God is in it!
Except, of course, you have a faith problem.

I live in a generation where we judge the effectiveness of a prayer moment by our senses. And we judge the anointing (God’s call) on a minister by how much “presence” he carries into a gathering.
WE HAVE LOST OUR MINDS!
Now, the 21st century church guy wants everything to be spooky, weird and mystical.
Jesus was not a weirdo when He walked the earth. Yes, He healed the sick, raised the dead and cast out devils. All these are expected of us too as believers. For us, this is natural.

Mark 16:17-18 KJV
And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; [18] They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.

But He wasn’t spooky. His discussions were simple. I mean, everyone could stand a conversation with Him. He was the young, handsome story telling man, who loved people and couldn’t stand them being oppressed.
And yes, He was a gentleman too.

What should be our focus?
God’s kingdom!

What really matters now is to see God’s kingdom find full expression all over the earth.

We spread the Word
We pray down the reign of His kingdom.
We seek God’s interest first. The supernatural is not far away.

The supernatural is here. And if you don’t feel it, it doesn’t mean God is not in it.

‘Seye Maj

Posted in Poems

Truth on memory lane

Tonight
My heart latches on to the eternal revelation of Your love on my heart
Sounds and chants
Tongues beyond our fatherland…
The extent to which my heart reaches out to You.
To love on You…

Tonight
I’m drawn into the depths of the realms of Your love
As I feel it wash over me
A breath of life
A warmth of light
Purest essence of You
Glows within me
To shine for You

Tonight
I pray the moon will not hide herself
And the stars will keep being stars
That I never forget that You are a big part of my life’s little details
And the night breeze reminds me of Your loving gentle embrace

That I never forget that I am at the centre of Your love
And your plans- the big picture I’ll one day see
But as for the pieces I have now
I will be grateful for each one
And wait patiently till it all comes together
That I may always reflect Your beauty even in the littlest things

Tonight
I pray I will always remember
To be grateful for The Fairest
And the gift of love–
Reflecting these colors just the way You would

To see through Your eyes
And have passion for what aches Your heart
And in all, To be You through me.

To be the sound on Your lips to the world around me
And let them hear where others won’t tell…

Abba loves us

©Sann

Posted in Poems

I don’t believe in fairies

I know you love all them fiction stories
Of how the hero dies
And comes back to life
I know you love all them mythical stuff
The thoughts of a dragon
Rescuing the Jupiter Princess
Or whatever name she bears

It’s fine
Really, It is.

Good daydreaming, I say.

Life’s not really as the movies make it look
Some things show up you won’t see in a storybook
Sometimes you have to fight for the things your errors took
And opportunities come as baits on a fishing hook

Look, I don’t believe in fairies
There’s a happily-ever-after that’s only possible in the Father
But I never rule out the likelihood of hurts
And the prospects of a bright future
We will be fine ‘cos we live, move and have our being in Him

But it doesn’t change the fact that fairy tales are not my thing
Tell me, why won’t Cinderella ever get in an argument with her boyfriend??
And fairy godmother is just the perfect godmother?
Snow White is always at peace with her dwarfs?
And she’s got no pimples on her face?

I really don’t care if Tinker Bell dies
But I remain steadfast in my unbelief

©’Seye Maj 

Posted in Poems

Journeys

Someday, I will write a story
I will tell a tale of how I got here.
Unashamed, I will sing of my journeys
Y’all will hear the chronicles of pitfalls and platform rise
Y’all will hear of the errors that plagued my passage
And the grace that strengthened my heart, hands and feet.

Someday, I will give an oration
Multitudes will hear of Your faithfulness.
Someday I will…
Men will learn to submit to process by the things You taught me;

Pressure produced patience
And in turn taught me discernment
I learnt to hope
And see Your love as part of my voyage
I learnt to be a son
Years after I was born
I learnt to be a prince and see royalty in my veins
I learnt to know the spirit of a crown
And understand what it means to be a king
By purifying my heart,
I learnt to see You in everything

Someday, I will tell of how my high places
Became a highway for me to ride
How your secret place
Is where I hide
And the sustaining power of your unending grace…

©’Seye Maj

Posted in Poems

Pneuma tales

In the beginning…
He hovered upon the face of the deep.
He was there at the birthing of light
And bore witness to the making of God’s image.
He was there when the morning stars sang together
And all the sons of God shouted for joy.
He marked the demarcations of the earth
And the boundaries of the waters.
He planted Eden with The Highest
And adorned it for Adam’s rest.
He is the breath that swept the skies
Garnished and embroidered the heavens.

He was the energy that moved with David’s sling
And the virtue in the sound of his harp
The East Wind that drove back the sea
And caused my feet to walk on dry ground.

In another beginning…
The Mighty One became a seed planted in a virgin’s womb
More than anything ever heard or seen,
Brought forth a Man full of God.

Dead men walked
Lame men danced

And Man full of God?
Took an evening stroll on the waters of Galilee!

He was there when The Chosen hanged on a tree
And was poured out as the consummation of all sacrifices.
He was unruffled,
For by the breath of His mouth
In three days pulled Him out of Hades
In three days, there was none like Him
In three days was declared the Son of God with power
In three days He led captivity captive
And set at liberty all who were and will be bound.

We see yet another beginning…
He who hovered upon the face of the deep
And was planted in a virgin’s womb
Has been planted in our hearts
That we might be named by the name of The Chosen
And walk in the light of His countenance as Men full of God.

‘Seye Maj