In Love

It’s nearly 2:00 am and all I hear is the still sound of my heart beating. Every breath is like a promise to fulfill a purpose. But sometimes, I feel anything but understanding the plans that You have for me. There are times I’m scared to leave the confines of my walls and venture to …

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He Who Holds My Heart

I wake up in an unusual spectrum of stillness draping over the coastlines of the glistening Aegean Sea. The quiet unveiling of sky is a paradox of the early morning turmoil I cradle inside. I hear Your voice, sounding so close and certain. You call my name and I swear it’s the most beautiful music …

A Rare Heart

Maybe there are people who are meant to love harder. People who sprinkle dusts of kindness as they walk along the cracked pavements, patching up the path for passing strangers. Maybe there are people who smile even when their heart aches as much as their soul does. People who are healers, helpers, mediators and peacemakers. …

When Nothing Seems To Go As You Dreamed It Would

I know your heart is bursting with big dreams. You have grand plans bigger than yourself. You're anxious to get there – thinking your joy is waiting on the other side. You're hustling to do more, have more. But it only left you empty. And frustrated. You're weary. Tired to the bones - physically, emotionally …

This is How You Let Go

Breathe. I know you’re shaking as you tried to delete those photos that held so much memories. You were trembling inside, cold and sick. You cried until you felt like collapsing. Until your heart was numb and empty. But tonight, with pain and courage, you let go. You will close that chapter and turn over …

More Than Magic

I was lying beneath the canopy of a velvet sky, my backbone pressed against the fine pebbles as I connected the stars, making friends with what’s beyond. In my fiction-lensed eyes, everything evokes surrealism.  There are no fairy godmothers or genie in a bottle. Neither dragons nor unicorns. But look around into the swirling vibe …

Swollen Pride and Why I Write

Even as a child, I’ve always been fascinated by the weaving of words. How it dances in your imagination with a hymn that is uniquely yours. Soon enough I find myself crafting my own poems, brewing my own magic spells with inks and papers. It had been one of my most consuming passions. It was …

My Relentless Pursuer

I wander, restless from chasing for petty things yet He pulls me in as if proving that gravity is His masterpiece. He is the wings that make me fly. He is the palm reaching out when I fall. The palm that is scarred by my name. I crumble in amazement at how His word softens …