Fruits of life

Child 

responsibility 

child 

live

dream 

dare 

child 

sprint 

joy 

jump 

child 

live live live 

child 

see God 

child 

harvest 

move 

child 

be,want,go,

far,near 

child 

seek 

wholeheartedly 

everything 

good 

child 

ask 

deep 

down 

all 

being 

child 

see God 

child 

you are 

child 

let 

enough 

reign 

riches 

child 

gold 

purple 

ring 

child 

apple 

tree 

grow. 

Yada( intimacy with God)

Yada.

Like the waves
winds push us to and fro to shore
making little heaps or non
along the way
in hopes not to be
late of all the other things planned.

We sit together as I planned we would.
Eagerly I mention all
the breaks,trembles,storms
I faced along the journey.
All the faults,bruises
and oh the unfairness
on my poor soul.

Soon enough
I sit alone and
question You about
all the heart breaking rejections,
appearance,temptation
and the minority I find myself in.

Finally, I sit quietly
looking at the waves
and hear nothing back.
Repeatedly I quickly do this.
While You repeatedly
speak to me in the mist of it all.



(this poem talks of how we need to learn to listen to God even when we are not in devotion. just like at the Jada camp. Understanding that God is always there speaking to us but we are so busy with other stuff that we miss His voice.)