(Last Updated On: August 16, 2016)


Heaven I come, quiets my soul; remember….. Weak and weary from the upward gaze; Remember…. I count the many acts and am lost in the reverie of the count. Is it all about counting? What’s outside the counting rhythm? Here I come, quiets my soul.

Mad with my very self, I assume the madness of the situation. I am to blame; an enemy of my real self; remember… Heaven I come, quiets my soul.

Anger and prejudice, synonymous; joy, hypocritical; love, cleft under the rock of envy. Justice escapes my very grip. The hallelujah dictates a hotchpotch of me. Am I hogwash, an alienated object of wretch and wrath? Heaven I come, quiets my soul.

I am reminded of those earlier days after I received the light; When I stood my ground in a great contest in the face of suffering. Sometimes I was publicly exposed to insult and persecution; at other times I stood side by side with those who were so treated. I sympathized with those in prison and joyfully accepted the confiscation of my property, because I knew that I myself had better and lasting possessions.

Where are you my younger me? Who led me to the outrageous ocean, the deadly bottomless pit; my whole desire lies and is veiled under this longing, Heaven I come, quiets my soul.

I have journeyed for miles under the company and comfort of them. Nothing better than graduated malice and contemptuous surface have my eyes become fixed to. My heart has bitterly pierced its inmost and let out a clarion cry of “I am not damned to eternal heath of mixed Sulphur with brimstone.”  Here I come, heaven…. Do quiet my soul.

I see a New Jerusalem coming down like a bride, well adorned for her groom, meticulously shining. I watch the stampede situation yonder, I solemnly reminiscence the days past.

At the moment, I make up my mind, I will not throw away my confidence; it will be richly rewarded. I need to persevere so that when I have done the will of God, I will receive what He has promised. For in just a little while, He who is coming will come and will not delay.

Naona sasa saa, za kwenda Mbinguni zimekaribia….. fungashe mizigo? Meli tuliyonayo  imeng’oa nanga, tayari  kwa safari ya kwenda juu Mbinguni.

I was deeply in a dream, but I must reform. Surely, heaven is a cloistered rendezvous for them who endearingly submit to the requirements of the King Immortal, Eternal, the One and only God.

By Zakary Gitei




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