Continued from last week…

She slowly paced across the room, a glass of water firmly at hand, her eyes pensively staring at the walls. She took a deep breath, shaking her head curiously as she made her way to the living room. Bemused, she switched on the light and for no apparent reason moved straight to the lone portrait sited at the bookshelf at the far-right hand corner of the room. That memorable evening at the dance floor with her dad on her sixteenth birthday was forever etched on her mind. Her heart began to race with emotion as she reminisced.

The memory of this evening had a permanent imprint in her heart of hearts. It was all came welling up within her all of sudden. She swallowed deeply as tear drops began to hit the portrait’s surface. How time had flown. How times could change. She felt so helpless. There was almost no telling how she had gotten here, yet there she was.

The fonts at the foot of the portrait seemed to have momentarily caught a luminous glow that magnificently shone at her face, flooding her heart with nostalgia: Apple of the Father’s Eye Forever!!!

She firmly pressed the portrait against her chest, overcome with emotion. “What a contradiction!” She thought to herself, longing for the golden days all gone by when she had it all, when the glorious scene was everything but the frightening oxymoron it now represented.

Her falls must have been way too many, something akin to beyond cure, so far away from redemption. She felt like one clothed in defeat and disgrace. Yet as she stood there, overwhelmed with all the unfolding proceedings, she knew there was no shifting blame. Looking back, she must have been beaten down way too many times, till there was no more strength or sense rising up. Hers was surely the eighth fall, beyond the wings of mercy and grace.

To be Continued…


Continued from last week…

He looked up and saw a man standing in front of him with a drawn sword in his hand. The gladiator went up to him and asked, “Are you for us or for our enemies?”

 Suddenly there appeared numerous chariots of fire, too numerous to count, securely surrounding the city. Flames of fire gushed through the eyes of the riding armies: A scene to behold! In an unprecedented display of might, an array of non-conventional tools of warfare fortified the perimeters of the city walls. Jericho was under siege and she knew it not. The calm before the storm descended upon her inhabitants and they were way too oblivious of it. Mother of all takedowns was beckoning the city gates in a formidable offensive and those who watched had not the slightest of a hint.

“Neither,” he replied, “but as commander of the army of the Lord I have now come!

“Commander of what!” She unconsciously exclaimed, in a stranger than fiction tone.

The ground shook violently at the sound of his voice, in a pulse that intrinsically resonated with the innumerable heavenly host on guard. He swiftly went on his knees and bowed his head before the commander, his whole body reeling with effect.

The Royal Apple suddenly came to, eventfully jolted from her sleep. Her heart was racing, her breathing uncontrolled, as she swung her feet to the floor. She needed to hydrate her throat. Nervously, she rubbed her eyes as her bedside lamp came on, her mind intently trying to piece together in comprehension the images that had just run through it.

To be continued…


The scene in the throne room was dense with tension as Sleek the Intricate, livid than ever, went through his charge sheet in meticulous detail. Lines were drawn in a spirited battle royal. He gestured wildly, his face a montage of animated expression as he pressed in. Accusations against the Royal Apple rose like a monumental skyscraper way into the outer space. There was no letup in the Sleek’s push. A heavy darkness engulfed the ends of the earth, its central power grid rattled to the core, the hosts at the nerve centre following the unfolding proceedings intently. An eerie, sort of ominous cloud seized the atmosphere, saturating the interval with an overwhelming, sickening feeling.

Suddenly a voice echoed across the room. It was like the sound of many waters:

“Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.”

There was a momentary lifting that filled every crevice in the room with an amazing sense of awe and reverence. You could touch the experience with your hands!

The scene was rapidly changing, generating an intense thrill in tow, that rose in sharp crescendo.

“Who could this possibly be?!” She curiously wondered aloud as his prominent face zoomed into sharp focus. The scene seemed to have transposed outdoors. This intensity in his eyes had her fully glued to the moment. “Like a gladiator on a mission!” She exclaimed descriptively.

To be continued…


We rejoice in the wonderful gift of a new year, praise be to our risen, soon returning King. May He clothe you with Faith & Courage and may you march forth to lay hold of all the promises He has in store for you–to the latter.  May you be mighty in Spirit. And may you victoriously soar with wings as an eagle to a Dream Come True 2022, in every respect of it – Amen!

But we do not belong to those who shrink back and are destroyed, but to those who have faith and are saved (Heb 10: 39).



That drenched

With nostalgia indescribable

Heartfelt chords overflowed with wonder

Hope-filled throb thrilling soul with joyful glow

Mary broke with merry at her first lullaby magnificent

Ceaseless praise rising gloriously from heart’s fountain

Joy and goodwill to all men in divine fashion unveiling ever-after

New beginnings unfold in awe-striking spectacle lighting up the peoples

© The Blazing Trail 2021



The Mountains 

Gracefully scaled

Anxieties effectively diffused

For all that could have gone wrong 

But did not – through the cruise it’s been

For every answered prayer and all that awaits

For the hopes beckoning ahead and every dream fulfilled

For the highs and lows of the eventful season unprecedented

Here’s to the ebenezer Chorus – with gratitude overflowing buoyantly

© The Blazing Trail 2021 



Mission heralded

Exclusive spectacle

Stunning with wonder

Towering from conception

Scheduled thrust indefatigable

Magnificently merging talking dots in time

Stretches endlessly in eternal timeline eventful

Stealing the show in divine seal meticulously secured

Anchoring hope in definitive posture timelessly holding

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Things to come

Forerunner’s zest

Heralding new altitude

Glorious promise dawned

Amid divine ping connecting

Kindred duo embraced in spectacular fashion

Destiny cemented in definitive frame unprecedented

Peace and goodwill to one and all unleashed in downpour

© The Blazing Trail 2021



Thank you

For the first eleven

Their highs and lows

For the strong foundation

Now cumulatively established

Firmly affirming the way forward

For the lessons so priceless and true

It’s all flawlessly coming together for the good

Inspiring hope and glorious promise in eventful horizon cascade

See, the former things have taken place, and new things I declare; before they spring into being I announce them to you Isa 42:9-NIV

© The Blazing Trail 2021

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