Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.’

He called me out of my despair, His grace endured my failures. When the world cast me aside, He called me His own. A Poem by Frieda Shilili

Broken and bruised, lost and confused. Scattered pieces in the dark, those bleeding pieces, those are fractures of my heart. But then God pa

Gay Girl. Bleeding wounds, healing for your wounds. A chapter from the LGBTQ+ chronicles, a Love letter by Hafeleni Mwatile

Prone to wonder l, sometimes I stray, I hear whispers in the wind, calling my name, a still small voice calling me back home, gentle whisp

Letters to my friends. let me give you flowers while i'm here. Forgive me for reading this in the open, but theres many like you.

He knew what he had to do. But would He still want him after all this time? The whisper came again, gentle yet firm. "Come home"

As deep cries out to deep, your heart yearns for a place where your truest longings are met. Come, because such a place there is.