Mansion

For those looking for a wedding poem, here's one for your reading pleasure. To the one who inspired a great chunk of it, you know yourself. I get nostalgic every time I read it.


Mansion

I did not have the words to start this piece. I didn't
I did not because you leave me speechless. And out of the abundance of the heart
The mouth speaks. So my lack of words is a sign of an empty heart
Empty because it is poured out to you and nothing’s left except a void
A void into which only you can pour
Pour your heart
This love condition requires an open heart surgery but we don’t need a theater
That’s for actors
Just realness, honesty, commitment, sacrifice and the heart expert…
Who can search its depths and fill it with love unconditional…
I know that what I feel for you has been divinely placed, not temporal
Not to change with age and time
Not to be dependent on looks or wealth
Not to be swayed by mood or weather
But to weather the storm, grow stronger, outlast time
That even if we lost everything, we’d still have love left. And love is everything

He who finds a wife finds a good thing but only God can put her in your path
Took me disappointments to realize this
Then I asked Him to fashion for me the one He’d
Cut according to my size
Then came you…
The precious garment that has covered the nakedness of my singlehood
The wife material in this material world
Tailor-made according to His will for me
My heart’s desires without fabrication,
The one who fits me, the one I’m fit for
With you, I’d gladly tie the knot
You are the chain stitch that has hemmed my running ends, I am no longer unfinished
You turned out to be the one suited for me
And as you walk down that aisle, like the runway
I know you are the next top model, beauty on all levels
Yes, on all levels

Your skin kissed by the sun
Two bright stars shine beneath your forehead
Your wink is the twinkle of an eye
Your smile like the crescent moon on a cloudless night sky
The sky that your shoes scrape when you’re at your lowest
You are my heaven on earth
And I pray that I have my mansion in you

…my mansion is for you

I am the man shown for you.

The Love Letters #1

P.O. Box 50731,

00200 - Nairobi.

Riruta Satellite.

06-Oct-2012.

Dear ...

     I must admit that I have been so out of touch with letter-writing that I do not even remember where greetings come in or whether I should just skip them and move on to the gist. I will still give my greetings to you all the same, warmly so, and while we are at it,  would you please do something for me..? Please? Thanks! :-) Take your right hand and put it on your left shoulder and your left hand on your right shoulder. Then close your eyes for a minute and think of this as me hugging you :-*

It is what I do sometimes when I really miss you, and even though it does not suffice, it makes me sleep better at night and leads me on to dream that soon you will be the one that I will be holding.

     I am doing OK and hope that you are doing good too, but I rather hear it from you, or better yet, read it when you write me :-) It is just two weeks since we were together and in the period since, time has confused me totally. Sometimes it feels like it was just yesterday and the next moment it seems like it's been forever! Bottom-line? I really miss you.

Every morning when I pray, I more than mention you to God and mention myself soon after, so you can guess what my prayer is...

     Lately I have been searching; searching for a very important thing I lost when I met you; a piece of my heart, the piece of my heart that I am fairly certain is with you...I really don't want it back, I just want to be sure that it is you that's got it ;) And I hope you're trying to find yours too... :)

     I look forward with great anticipation to hear from you, but with even greater anticipation to be with you and to break words, laughter and bread. Until then, I can only count days, hours, minutes...something which missing you has caused me to become a master of.

     I pray that these feelings I have for you are mutual, but above all, for God's blessings to be on you and His continuous grace to always redeem you so that in all days, I will always find you in Him.

Yours to say 'yes' to,

Benjamin Sulle   

Because Love Is Patient

Because Love Is Patient

On to your marks, get set, GO!!! But wait…

That was me trying to take love too fast and got a false start

But I still went on with that disqualified race because everyone around me was a medalist with a lady to show for it and I was only a finalist who wouldn't make a team because I was always alone.

I was sick and tired of being the third runners up, always this close, but only if I could hurry up.

I knew love is PATIENT but I couldn't ADMIT it, so I TREATED the SYMPTOMS with haste and DISCHARGED lust instead. Letting something that is supposed to be divine, be defined by being defiled, deflowered perhaps.

Met this woman who was wrong from the start and I knew it, but I still went on.

Now I know they say you cannot judge a book by its cover, but her story was written on just one page, the cover page, Which was folded so many times that it looked like a book. Yes looked like.

She looked like a Christian, crucifix hanging between her cleavage which was conveniently revealed from the first time we met.

Looked like she went to church, her phone switched off on Sunday mornings.

Looked like she was baptized, still drenched and always had a bottle of something that looked like mineral water but didn't quite smell like it.

Looked like.

She had many piercings in her ears so she looked like she would listen to my sentiments when I spoke from my heart…

…but I became anemic because I was always pouring my heart out to punctured ears; bleeding.

I needed to touch the hem of his garment so that he would heal my issue. So I took my condition to the Lord and he gave me a new vascular system so that he would flow in every part of me. Then he transfused the blood of the lamb into me, in essence gave me new life because life is in the blood.

My mind was renewed, my system rebooted, bad chic booted, put on boots, I mean feet got booted for this new walk with Christ. Had to go back to the Genesis to start a new.

Then I got to chapter 2 vs 18. That it is not good for man to be alone. But I needed to know, first my master, my mission then my mate.

So I skipped that and went on to seek after God, became a man after God’s own heart that in the process I would find hers. And it would be a gift because it would be hidden deeply in him.

And we know that every good and perfect gift comes from above from the father of lights, so when this queen would come down, I’d know “that’s wassup”.

You see, she would find no shame in saying she finds joy in sharing the Jesus she found salvation in.

Like the virtuous woman in proverbs 31 she would extend her hands to the poor and reach out her hands to the needy…I mean she would reach me.

Selfless she would be because it’s no longer her who lives but Christ through her. Her spirit would passionately antagonize secularism so she is not lukewarm; rather she would radiate the heat that burns in her heart for Christ.

Her inner beauty would overflow to her physical, MAID in God’s image so she’s always working in his presence and yes, MADE in God’s image, God’s beauty humanized in her. The thought of her would light up above my head like a bright idea.

She would be smart, intelligent and sharp, no need to prove a point.

And when she MAKEs UP her mind, her thoughts are still REAL,

Not CAKED UP in compromise or deceitful FOUNDATION.

Her eyes…her smile…her eyes and smile would amplify exponentially her face value,

Such angelic beauty, doesn't matter what fragrance I couldn't afford, she would be the SCENT from heaven,

And yes, she would be “SENT from heaven

And she’d know that it is a fundamental impossibility to be loved by a man who does not love God.

Not just swooned by my going down on one knee to propose but by my kneeling down on both knees to pray.

And she would be moral; knowing her physical beauty but still covering it up in decent clothing taking care not to stumble a brother.

She wouldn't’ need a trashy fashion STATEMENT because she’s got the WORD – clothed in righteousness. Would not find her identity in mere reflections but the word of God would be her mirror, reflecting upon it daily because it is the manual from her manufacturer…

And I, I am going back to that manual as well because it is in here that the Manufacturer also specifies compatibility and comparability.

That she would have to be the bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh otherwise she would just be a transplant susceptible to inevitable graft versus host rejection.

That she would have to be made from my rib, so that in essence she is just a part of me that returns and collectively we are part of that body of which Christ is the head.

That I would have to be patient; learning the lessons of love from him who loved the world so much that he gave his only son as ransom that we may be made wholesome. Him who is patient with mankind, that despite our sins His compassion still fails not.

That I will His righteousness first seek and not cease to chase after His heart after I find hers.

That until by sign and law she has become my mother’s daughter-in-law, in a ceremony with witnesses and God’s blessings, we would not come too close as to be drawn away by our own desires.

We will live right in his sight; sit at his right hand where there are pleasures forever more, not in private pleasure our own selves.

Brick by brick with Christ as the cornerstone we will seek to build a home, not find a room.

But until that time comes, I will have to be patient

Not treating symptoms with haste and discharging lust instead

Because love is patient.

My Man

Shalom, folks.

       You must wonder why such a title and content. For those wondering, I am male ;-) This piece was however written by myself sometime ago, but from the perspective of a woman, *trust me, i really tried to encompass that perspective* and they were lessons I was learning to try and be that man who would deservedly ask for for that proverbs 31 woman, because many times, we men, keep raising the bar for women to be like that but fail to be the man she deserves. Ultimately, only God can make us proper for these relationships that we so desperately seek to be in. He is the greatest lover and love story ever told. Once, a friend of mine and pastor [Curtis Reed], said, and I agree and quote him, "It is a fundamental impossibility to be loved by a man who does not love God."
      With that said, here is the piece, titled, My Man. Be blessed.

My Man

6 feet tall, dark and handsome, or just tall in the dark
is what my search for a man had brought me to.
And even though I’d be two feet shorter, he would still complement me.
With his big car, house bank account, belly-which I would ignore and
my small everything, I knew I’d fit in like a glove…
But love would be absent, only momentary affection, founded on the fear of what ifs when the wealth and looks have faded
Because deep down I knew that beauty is fleeting and charm deceitful, I mean, I wish I looked 5years younger.
The MAKE-UP cannot MAKE UP for the lustre I lost when I MADE OUT with the dead, masquerading as living, trying to MAKE OUT why I was MADE in the first place.
I labored in sin, like a MAID in Satan's household, till payday when DEATH was the WAGE and I had asked for a RAISE. Then the Son of Man reminded me how He'd been raised from the dead and
LIFE would be my gift, only if there was meeting of the minds...
then I met Jesus and he cleansed my MIND and HEART: NOT BRAINWASH or BLOOD-BATH,
but it’s really a blood bath if you think of the cross…
And his love for me has shown me the kind of man I need
See, I already love Jesus with all my heart and
whatever is left of that love, I’d love my man with.
My man would love Jesus too and our affection would meet in him
He’d be in God’s image, His reflection, in essence, God’s beauty
would be humanized in him so I’d call him handsome…
EYE CANDY he’d give me RETINAL CAVITY.
He’d be educated, a guy with brains, some class or even a school of thought.
He’d be cross-eyed, that’s just his religious view, selfless coz
that 1st person singular is ONE Christ Jesus; and he would have a clean heart
coz he’s sanitized by baptism.
He’d be my knight in shining armor, not just a man in metal…
but his waist girded with the belt of TRUTH so he’d never CHEAT on me.
His feet shod with the sandals of peace, he would never throw a fit
or kick
His heart righteously protected by a breastPLATE upon which he
would SERVE God and love me.
Then our faith, our faith shall be a shield around us
A shield from our jealous friends coz what we have outlasts their endless talk.
And for his own salvation, his head would be protected by a helmet,
so he better remember my birthday, our anniversary, the day we met and yes,
the insignificant date (or so he thinks) of the first time we kissed.
And yes, he would keep me in mind and in Cheque, so we’d
spend our time and money together.
And when my heart is broke he knows we withdraw from the glorious riches in Christ Jesus.
Then my knight in shining armor would have, not a sword in hand but a pen
coz its mightier, and he would not only write poetry and whatever else God tells him
but also the story of our love and how it would be happily ever after.
And yes, I’m vain sometimes but my man would shower me with gifts
endear my neck with a diamond encrusted piece,
some ice so I’d freeze and shine…
And he would shine too because he reflects God’s light to the world, SALT of the earth,
thus he’s blessed and highly FLAVORED coz he’s TASTED the Lord,
and he would add so much SPICE to my life.
My man would be MUSICAL. That is KEY coz he’d be INSTRUMENTAL in giving my
heartBEAT its very RHYTHM.
And finally my man would give me the boomerang love that would
blow me away and still bring me back. and I would love only him

He will love me to submission and I will submit my way to his love...
But before this man has come, I pray God, that
you make me this man’s woman.
That I will seek you first and your righteousness, so that My Man is an addition, able to do the math,
Where two become one flesh when God sums it up.
That in the time between, I will faithfully love you and not cheat on you with forms of godliness that deny your power. For this sort are those who creep into households and make captives of gullible women loaded down with sins, led away by various lusts, always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.