.

We were

Faces in the crowd

I suppose we stood out 

A force of habit unbroken

Our bodies sifting through the mass

Feet curating the distance perfecting 

As we broke the wave surging us forward 

We caught a glance at the same time 

Drawn like moths to light 

A glimmer of recognition 

An ember long since turned to ash 

So close

Yet far enough 

Then we faded into obscurity 
sena Frost ’17

22/06/2017

And so this is the sum of moments with You.
Greatness.
Fingers strumming a harp,
pure sounds of a life… beautiful.
Reflections of your glory as bullets in every moment.
Bringing down strongholds…
Breaking records and limits.
Piercing through veils that would keep us from your Truth.
In Lumine Tuo Videbimus
Lumen.
That is the song in our hearts,
Even as we look up and in into the glory described.
And so this is sum of my days with you.
It’s greatness unleashed.
©Charis2017
6/7/17

chapter I

I let it go,

And the fantasies unravel. 

Bones break and break till naught but dust remains. 

paradise is lost,

in the blink of an eye. 

A tear rolls down a cheek,

as though to testify. 

Of the struggle, the storm, the peace…

 reprieve,

finally realized in this heart wrenching moment. 

Because sometimes when what we chase with so much passion ceases to exist, 

the mirage lost isn’t exactly a bad thing. 
(c)Charis2017​

TO THE BUTTERFLY THAT NEVER BECAME A DRAGON… 

*To the butterfly that never became a dragon*

Perhaps it was, 

the wrong place and wrong timing.

Wrong moves for the right type of Monarch. 

I see you.

Moult after Moult,

Emerging more glorious than the last time.

Liquid fire dances on your wings,

hypnotic and…

gracefully you take your place, 

dedicated to the motions 

You toil so honey may touch the lips of those in your court.

But with selfish hearts they reach out their hands and pluck out your wings…one after the other.

Maybe it’s a wrong vibe your youth sends out through the land whenever you beat your wings.

Maybe it’s a wrong rhythm my heart pounds whenever I think of your plight. 

Maybe you lingered too long in one place, for one flower.

Maybe…

We may never know. 

But butterfly, you would have been a dragon by now. 
(c)Charis2017

05/06/2017

Original photography by:Josephine Kuuire

Unbroken 

Reassure us.

Break,

then change us from grotesque shadows of our former selves. 

Strain and watch the process with Your Eyes.

You let us know of Your presence,

that You would not leave us a minute too soon in the fire. 

Refine our souls oh lord

for that is what we seek too. 

the one remedy to the ramifications of history which has us in abstract straitjackets.

Send forth your angel Mercy

to give us living water when we ask for but a drop.

We say yes !

Transform the worldly conformations we’ve embraced over time. 

Break, 

then reassure us.

Save us, again and again from that which seems to lurk within. 
(c) Charis2017

Isn’t it amazing?
How we all find our way back to the Altar.
With our bones tired and mouths parched from thirsting after everything other than the Living water.
When our eyes grow dim because we looked too long in the wrong directions…
everywhere except at Him on the cross.
We seek the light to illuminate us once more,to light our paths.
A holy breath to rejuvenate us.
We take a sip of the water, and like children,drunk with power,we ran to mischief.

Isn’t it disheartening?
The way we use ourselves over and over again but gain nothing in return.
instead we return home to the hearth that witnessed our births when all seems lost and we need a Shoulder to lean on.
Broken people, that’s what we are.
Compasses broken
visions compromised by our ignorance.

I thank God for Jesus.
I thank Jesus for the deed on the cross.
I thank the cross for existing so I have someone to look up to.
I thank God for His promises.
For in my my joys and tribulations.
He remains unchanged.
For renewal,for salvation, for the now and future.
I’m grateful.
-Charis(c)

Words;too many too late.

…sometimes I don’t know what to do with apologies, you know ? Do I keep them on a shelf like trophies or use them as a ladder (what we call experience) ? Either way,I don’t know… Neither feels right. 

-The Prodigal Returns

(c) Charis2017 

Photo credit:@islandbiophotography on ig