Whatever You Do, Please Don't Fall In Love

Or fall in love anyway;
Fall in love so deeply, so recklessly...Fall in love so that your heart can be barbecued, grilled and smothered;
Fall in love so that your mind can explode a multiple times into small fragments like fireflies and disappear into oblivion...
Yes, maybe, just fall in love so that you may know the depths of bliss and disarray;
Fall in love anyway, because there is no one that is going to catch you after you come down with a thud!

Because,
If you've ever fallen in love,
If you've ever been loved,
There are two things; no, three things that you have found to be true:
That love is circular: it goes around and comes around,
That love is inexpensive: it brags itself to be aloof and in a class of its own ; and
That mature love is like wine: when you take too much of it, you get drunk, too little of it makes you yearn for more and "just enough" is never enough.
So falling in love leaves you neither in the waters of love nor on the shores...

But in a way I can't explain, mature love cripples the soul.
It retards it's ability to do normal things.
It matures the soul into doing the unthinkable, extraordinary, stupid and almost malevolent things;
Mature love is dangerous.
Childish love is dangerous.
Lukewarm love is dangerous.
All love is dangerous.
All love is not bad; just dangerous.

Stories of love are stories of bloody hearts and broken bones,
They are stories of rugged crosses, thorn-brawed faces and empty graves.
They are stories full of stories inside stories that were stories.


In all my life, I've fallen in love at least twice.
I know how it feels. I know how it tastes.
I know its pits and mountains, its lilies and scotches.I know its sourness and it's sweetness.
I've tasted both the angst and the anticipation;
And all these times, love has proved two things: that it tastes the same way if you get it just right,
And that it can be trodden upon just much;
But if you were my son and you happened to ask me, "Dad, should I fall in love?"
I'll tell you this:
It is beautiful, but it is dangerous. So, please, whatever you do, son, don't fall in love. Or fall in it anyway, because your heart can't help it and somehow, love delights and thrives in it own wars.


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This tiny writing is for that person who knows what it means when we say, "I am thirsty, but please don't give me water, it will kill me."


Bonface Morris.

God is for GOD

God is for GOD

God is for Himself, there is no doubt about that,
The way He weaves our lives and the way He makes things work out in the universe,
The way He churns His thoughts and reveals His plans,
The way He rows our boats and toasts our plans,
He is for Himself,
God is for GOD.

I know you're asking, "I thought it is written that God is for us, how is He again for Himself?"
And I know you want me to make you understand how He does things only for Himself
I'll show you...
He is not selfish, that is not what or who He is,
He is not self-seeking, that is not what or who He is,
He isn't even manipulative or conceited or dead to the thoughts and desires of men who seek Him,
If He was those things, we would still be dead in our sins;
If He was those things, we would still be wallowing in the pitiful state of our failures,
So ultimately, though He may be for us, in the end, He is for Himself.

When you see the waves of the sea turning your life around,
And you see the fires of the world roaring with a sound,
When you see your failures as a way to turn your eye and ear to Him,
And you see every challenge turning you closer to Him,
Know that that is the hand of God,
Know that this is how He wants you for Himself,
Know that you cannot escape the moments when He is harvesting glory from within your waves and fires... for Himself...
Know that God is for GOD.

You may never understand why He squeezes you so much,
And you may never understand why by doing so He claims to love you too much:
Much more than He loves Himself - by dying for you.
Even in so doing, He is still for Himself...
God is for Himself.
He wants you better,
He wants you bolder,
He wants you more confident,
He wants you purer,
He wants you devoted to Him,
And above all, He wants all these for you, and you for Himself,
He wants you for Himself,
So, yes, God is for GOD.

When you see Him weave things to make you happy,
You may think, "Aaaah, the LORD surely seeks to satisfy me with joy."
That is true, and good, and beautiful;
But you are wrong when you think that way.
Instead you should think of it this way: "He is making my joy full for the glory of His Name."
When you're joyful and satisfied, His glory is revealed.
When you have it all going well for you, His abundance is revealed.
He is trying to tell you, "It's for the revelation of my glory that I am doing all these things: it is for glory of My Name. It is all about Me."

God is for GOD, never doubt that.
That is why bad things happen to good people so that in the end, after He comes through, we may praise His Name;
He is for Himself.
That is why good things happen to bad people, so that after their eyes are opened and they see it is Him, they may glorify His Name;
He is for Himself.
That is why prayers are delayed and answers and modified,
That is why waiting for Him to do stuff for you is uncomfortable - it is very uncomfortable to wait on Him while thinking that He is doing things for you;
No, God is for Himself, and He won't do anything for you unless it is for Him, unless it is for His glory. Understand that.

That is why things don't always turn out the way you would want them to,
And we always seem to see a small distance past our eyes;
That is why we should all shut up when we don't understand what He is doing with our lives.
That is why our prayers should be more like this:

"Lord, we know Your thoughts are higher than our own,
Your plans for us we cannot fathom,
We know our pains and suffering keep lying to to us that You don't care,
But deep within we know that You do,
We know that in Your plan - Your perfect plan which we have no idea about -
You have beautiful things for us.
Please close our minds and hearts from thinking that life is all about us, what we want, what we would want and what we would want to want,
But that it is all about You and what You want,
Let Your will be done.
In Your Name, Amen"

And sometimes when we are pressed on every side, we should also pray this way:

"Lord, when we are poor, and sickly and needy
Isn't that a disgrace to Your Holy Name because we are Your people?
What will the people of the nations think of You when they see us,
Considering that we are called by Your Name?
They will say, "See!! Their God is weak and useless and uncaring
Their God is a liar and He left them."
Lord, when they say such things concerning Your Name and Your character, they are not true. You are not like that, or are You?
So prove them wrong Lord, prove them wrong.
Come with power, not to only save us wicked and evil people
But to protect the fame and the glory of Your Name
In Your Name, Amen."

When we pray that way,
When we say, "We are Your people... called by Your Name." 
And when we say "Let Your will be done,"
All we are saying this:
Ultimately, after all has been said and done,
And our lives were lived for the glory of our God,
And for the fame of His Holy Name,
We realise that it was all about Him.
Our desires, our aching, our prayers, our service, our devotion...
It was all for Him.
We did it all for God, He did it all for us, but it was all for Himself.
So let all praises and glory and honor be to His Holy Name.
We were waiting for Him, yes 
And He did it for us, yes 
But it was all about Him.
Ultimately, God was, is and will be for GOD.
Amen.


Bonface Morris.

Things Are Not Always What They Seem

Things are not what they seem

He says he doesn't have to put on a mask; masks are for cowards, and he ain't one.
He says people can say whatever they want to about him; he's just fine.
And they can think whatever they want to about him, he's used to the ridicule and the pain.
He is used to letting it shine and heat up as much as he allows it to muddy and rain.
Not that he doesn't care, but that he believes in the power of one.
He is his own self, and with himself, he is one.
So he will tread on, and move on, and live on,
And they will speak on, and think on, and live on;
After all, things are not always what they seem,
And life would be funny, if in everyone's eyes, all it did was to stick with being all the same.
Life is a tether: it goes round and comes round, never sticking with either,
Sometimes it is black, sometimes it is white, and sometimes it is neither.

*******

She wanna see it. You know, the love.
He has said it multiple times, sworn it a couple more, and blabbered from grove to grove.
But she wants to see it. She wanna see the love.
She says, "If only he'd do this one thing, then my heart for him I'd save!" 
She thinks it is not always what it seems because he hasn't done a thing,

And because he hasn't done that thing, it cannot always be what it seems.
He hasn't moved an inch to do it, he hasn't moved a nerve.
Not that he hasn't made the move, but that it is not that move that is her anticipated move.

Love is not always what it seems.
Because if love was a flower, and everyone knew its garden,
Then we would stroll ourselves through, walking with anticipation to make things even
We would walk while holding hands, one, two, three, all of us,
We would walk with sure steps, one, two, three, all of us,
Down to its garden, to pluck one, two, three of love - for all of us.
Finding love would be easy, because we would tend our own garden-fulls.
But love is like gold: we know it exists and we know that it is beautiful,
We just don't know when we'll find ours, and whether it'll be enough or just a handful.
But it doesn't matter, we'll find it anyway.

*******

They talk of making lemonades out of life,
She thinks they are crazy because all she has known is a bitter life.
It is either she doesn't know how to make lemonades out of life,
Or her lemons are too many and there's neither enough sugar nor enough her.

Maybe, but she moves on anyways
Christ before her, worries behind her, she moves on;
Always striving to do better and become better, 

Always striving to be better and live better. 
She doesn't have to give up now. Not now after she has come this far. 

Why? 

Because things are not always what they seem;
Today we weep, tomorrow we rejoice, today we pain, tomorrow we joyfully scream.

Today we fall down, tomorrow the Lord raises us up. 

Tomorrow, He mends our wounds, yes, tomorrow He makes our footsteps firm,
Because things are never what they seem.

*******

Don't bury hope, bruh. 

Don't bury it just yet, bruh. 

Don't feel sorry for who you are. 

You are much more loved than you could ever think. 

You are more pleasant in God's eyes than you could ever know. 

Though you may feel forsaken today, tomorrow He'll keep you alive. You never know. 

So don't give up just yet. 

It may seem dim and dark, gloomy and ducked, 

But who knows? Tomorrow may be precious, bright and well-toned. 

Things are not always what they seem, bruh. 

No, they are not. 

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This message is for you who feels forsaken, left out, hopeless, sidelined and worthless: things are never what they seem. And weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning (Psalms 30:5). Your morning may be nearer than you could ever know. 

Bonface Morris. 

Rhetoric: Less, Is It More?

Rhetoric: Less, Is It More?

A half of everything.

We now have and give a half of everything.

One half here, another half there, 

The other half on the moon, another half thrown to the sun. 

Pieces of halves scattered to the ground.

Sands, snippets, doodles and tastes of everything, 

Half piercings of needles from scathing at lifeless lives,

Half groanings of despair as we live half lives. 

Half sighs. 

Half smiles.

Half joys and half hates. 

Half loves and half wails. 

Half hearts and half dreams. 

Halves of thoughts and aimless realities.  

Halves of lies, lives, lacks, lofts and 

Halves of faiths and findings, 

Halves of cravings for entities.

Lord, 

When we give You "yes", isn't it always a "no"? 

We are divided in a half. 

And when we give You less, is it really more? 

When are we ever going to gather pieces of our half selves together? 

When are we ever going to join these halves? 

We are half here and half there 

Our minds are scattered everywhere 

Our hearts are for everything, our bodies are nowhere 

We are neither here nor there 

We have become but puppets swaying in two worlds and ending up nowhere 

So that when we give You our "yes", it is always a "no". 

We are victims of our own halfness. 

Meaningless lives. 

Half, aimless lives. 

Binging on struggles, surviving on fables, always half full. 

Comparing levels, stashing away baubles, always just dull.  

Living on half truths, depending on bubbles, always half full. 

Half aimless lives that cling more closely to false halves of reality than to the ultimate. 

Satisfied less, clueless, faith-less, always escaping the ultimate. 

Having less, feeling less, thanking less, always victims of the guesstimate. 

Is less more? 

When did less become more? 

When did having become same as "I have not"? 

When did full become none? 

When did "I know who I am" become "I know not who I am"? 

Christians, when did "I am strong!" become "I am not?" 

And when did "fear not" become "I can-not" 

And when did "I am" become "I am not?" 

Has the I AM become none? 

Have we - with our half lives and half thoughts and half wills - killed that Name and reduced it to "You are not?" 

When did the great I AM become "You are not?" 

Has less become more?

Bonface Morris.

Rhetoric: Love Is...

Note: This rhetoric on what love is [is] the last post in a series of posts this year celebrating February as "the month of love". 
Click to read the rest of the blogs here, here and here. 

Love is...

Love is a souvenir.
It is masterpiece portrait of some sort.
It clings so tight to the soul so that you wouldn't imagine a heart without it.
Sometimes it is impossible to differentiate the two.
It inscribes itself into its depths, into the depths of the soul, and mercilessly plunders the heart with beautiful memoirs, 
So that it is impossible for a heart to deny its work of art.

Love is like a flower. 
It is like the pottering softness of lilies lying afloat on still waters, smiling melodiously under the glimmery rays of the sun.
If you water it, it flourishes; if you don't, it won't. 
And well-watered flowers do survive the toughest of droughts. 
Just be keen to water yours early for drought will always come. 

Love is a call. 
We may choose to heed its voice or not. 
But there is no promise that its voice brings only the good. 
Because where there is sacrifice, there is sweat and blood also. 
And when nobles are fighting for a good course, vultures are always staring waiting for a catch. 
It is never easy, but it is always worth it.

Love is like opium. 
Some think it is a good thing while others reiterate its wickedness. 
We share both a staggering amount of joy and an overwhelming cloud of wistfulness when under its rule.
The one is soothed by its embrace, while the other is confused by its bluntness. 
It soothes when indulged in reasonable installments, but it harms when it becomes addictive. 

Love is thinking with both your heart and your brain. 
It is knowing that the imbalance will kill you. 
That the one should always be the balance for the other. 
And that you can never fully put your trust in either. 
That is love.

Love is a story. 
Everyone has their own. 
Some love telling theirs, others don't. 
But like all stories, we choose the characters and the audience. 
And like all of them, we choose their beginnings and their ends. 

Love is cruel and unusually tyrannical. 
It is painful. It is sweet. 
Love's cruelty is sweet. 
The wounds of love should not be regretted, because they are scars for the mirror when we wake up tomorrow. 
And we don't hide scars unless we want to forget what they've taught us. 
Someone somewhere has said, "True love asks us to do hard things, almost impossible things."

Love is a mirror.
The more you look at it, the more it judges you. 
The more you gaze at it, the more it haunts you.
It awakes when you awake and lies down as you do.
Without it, there is no confidence in how we look or how we seem to look. 
Every soul that is judged by it has received a judgment that is rewarding. 

Love is like day and night. 
It is distinct and exclusive. 
It is black or white with no sahdes of grey.
And to fall in love is not like a switch. 
You cannot switch it on and off. 
You cannot fall in love and wake up tomorrow to fall out of love. 
You either love or you don't; you cannot do both to the same person all at the same time. 

Love is a journey. 
It is meant to last forever. 
Some choose to walk it for a while, some give up on the way and others go all the way. 
It is only those who've gone all the way that have a say on why going all-the-way is the only best way to love. 

Love is God, and God is love. 
We say so because He has made Himself known to us 
I am convinced that any mortal that hasn't encountered Him can even attempt to love. 
There's no love where there is the absence of God. 
For when all has been said and done, 
After we have loved and 've been loved,
It will all go down to: did we love like we ought to or like we wanted to?


Bonface Morris.