God of all hope Greatest promise maker Greatest promise keeper It is to you we come this morning We as your children We as your precious creation We in whose lungs your very breathe flows We come to you As we reflect on your promises of ages past As we reflect on the hope of...
I looked into my mothers eyes in passing, Then I took a second look, My grandmother was looking at me through those eyes, She was smiling, I smiled back, Precious eyes, Windows for my ancestors.
I have a 6 year old son. My only living son Thayu is 6 today. His name means peace and life. Every time I look at this child, I never cease to be in wonder. He should not be here but he is. When he arrived he had one foot on the blue planet and...
Hello there My name is grief I am here for a while Actually for a long while I will be taking different forms on our journey together Please don’t fight me Sit with me I am your friend I am here for the journey.
“… Death reveals the utter vanity of all our misplaced worship and all our feebly invested hopes …” (Douglas Kaine McKelvey – Every Moment Holy II: Volume II: Death, Grief, and Hope) What is death If not a a doorway to the afterlife To that life we long for yet are hesitant to enter into...
On 31st August 2021, at 9:30pm, Rev. Dr. James Kiarie Kuria breathed his last this side of eternity. James was the husband of Rev. Margaret Wangari, the father of Cate, Wanjiku, Nungari and Ngoiri. He was the father in-law of Dr. Steve Ndegwa. James was the beloved grandfather of Hadassah, Wendo, Thayu, Utugi, Hinya, Wega,...
Dear God, regarding these precious ones, these that are yours and mine at the same time, it is for these precious ones i pray today. I ask that you not allow them to spend the rest of their lives: healing from, navigating around, dealing with, recovering from, their childhood. i am pleading with you, i...
One year ago, me and mine lives took a turn It was a huge turn It was an unexpected turn In the days that followed my physical body bore the blunt of it My body was disintegrating before my eyes When my body dragged itself up My mind took over the spiraling
Hello, I guess It’s good to be here Its fun to think that I am only seeing because you are here I like the way my mouth moves when I say your name I wonder how you feel about helping me see everyday Do you see me? Poem by Bentley Becker, an 8 year old...
Did you ever wonder about the person sitting in the grass, partaking of fish and bread (perhaps gingerly biting into the small piece of fish and then more voraciously into the slightly larger piece of bread), avidly listening to the voice emanating from the man at the seashore? And the more the person listened, the...
