For he will command his angels concerning you. to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. – Mathew 4:6

Then you will walk in your way securely And your foot will not stumble. – Proverbs 3:23


Sometimes I pray for money. The alleviation of anxiety.

I wake up in tears from the strain and the worry.

Day in and day out – afraid to sleep for the morning will come, afraid to wake for the day will begin

Burdened completely, no enthusiasm for life

Then God shows up – when I have exhausted even my words – when I am down to groans and moans

And says –

My dearest son, well done

When all you have is habit, your habit is to turn to me

And I have always been here

And do not think I held back to teach you lessons

I want you to know the fruit of faith is guaranteed

Here on this Earth

And in future, stored up

like this;

Angels to guard you in all your ways; 

to lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike stones

And your foot will not stumble

And I understand the gift!


I am free of the deadliest sin – sins I could not have avoided had I stubbed my toes

Corruption – Who will know? Take the money

Steal it – They are rich. God knows my pain.

Kill them – No one cared when I needed help.

Pornography and lying, false witness and anger, greed and damaging speech

All I have avoided

My path lifted by prayer – my foot did not touch the stone

For I could be in the depths of hell – a hell of eternity, not just lack of rent

And I am on my knees, thanking and praising

And was lifted when I could not see the real pits of hell surrounding me

My foot – my foot – my foot did not touch the stone

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  1. Did I find you again…I have left words here and there, searching…much love, dear poet.


    • Hi there!

      I just bumped into this! My time on Reddit had changed – and on my journal I just schedule my posts and let them appear as they may.

      I have this idea that all that we focus thought on is there for us in spiritual forms when we get to the other side – who knows

      And who knows who chances upon what on the web

      I haven’t written poetry in a long while! A – my friend – when I saw your, a piece of me lept from my skin!

      Has it been ten years? More? Isn’t this s funny thing?

      I lost my twin, and then my mum and then my sister got cancer but – it’s the other sister we lost – bad relationship with an immature man and pneumonia that went unattended

      God has been beautiful with me and so – although there is yearning, there is no pain

      No pain

      Sending you glorious African love my dearest wordsmith – and let me know how you are

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      • So here I am, skin rippling with goosebumps because you answered me! I’ve been here and there on other websites, wondering. 10 years, oh my. I’m so very sorry to hear of your heavy heavy losses…does one every get over such things? I recall you wrote me about your Sister with cancer…how is she now? We made it through Covid and the lingering fatigue which made writing/thought impossible. And now my first poetry collection is almost here…I love your idea of creating for the life to come…imagine that, the words we write wrapping us around like golden threads, some dark, some light, and all beautiful. I’m SO SO GLAD you have written back. SO SO GLAD you are HERE!!!


      • I am beaming! The phone talks! News of a voice I heard – wafting beautifully through the air!


        You must let me know when your collection arrives.

        America has been through a lot

        And Truth is not trusted anymore

        And belief in lies is a right

        From out here it looks desperate for good people

        And completely un – understable

        So – I hope you are alright!

        My sister who has cancer is still here – 3rd year

        We’re fighting

        While we were watching her – it was the younger one that slipped away – right after my mum

        It was wonderful hearing from you.


      • What a gift/miracle/mercy to feel no pain. Blessings and continued peace to you, dear one.


  2. You just spoke to me!


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