Nothing for me...

Nothing for me...

A humbling truth

nothing for me...

Gods hands hath move so mightily

He call the east to collide with the west 

From bondage He sent His mercy and grace

 and gathered His lost one in His embrace...

Nothing for me...

He allowed the storms to pour and devour

He sent to make the unbelieving understand 

that even the hail He would sent

to test His worthy ones...

Nothing for me...

God showed us how He loves him and me 

He sent the trials so fiery and pierce

To make us see...

That under the sun

Gods purposes be done...

Nothing for me...

Though He allowed the pains

That we may be worthy to gain Him...

and in complete faith and surrender 

will live our lives in His mercy and grace

according to His will...

Nothing for me...

He made me see...

That He was in all through all

Knitting all things to happen

To carry out His salvation plan...

Though He suffered me...

for His Glory...

Nothing for me 

I humbly understand...

He uses my life

He works in me...

He called me...

to understand...

    Manuelle Augustine 

             @2015

My Best Friend

         My Best Friend

I have a friend 

The best of all I ever have 

I've ever known...

In all through life stood by me

through all the rain and storms...

Laughed and giggled with my whims

and journeyed with me in my dreams...

Next to God

The only one who knows 

my all and my everything ...

Always there to listen 

and understand...

and trusts and believes...

Through all my failures...

always seeing the beauty 

and the bests in me...

helping me learn 

to have faith in myself...

In all the miseries that I've been

bore all the heaviness and drain...

In streaming tears breathed with me... 

in my darkest days...

warmed and comforted me...

Though through all agony 

have been weak and frail...

yet in silent whispers...

never ceases to remind me

of Gods amazing grace...

and for hopes in hopelessness...

Through all these time 

I could never have withstand 

all that in life I have gone...

Yet not without  my friend...

My very best friend...

I have a friend

The best of all I ever have 

"My Heart"

My wonderful friend...

My very Best Friend...

        Manuelle Augustine 

                  @2015

A Freed Soul...

I fought to breathe

my soul to live...

From my grave 

I shook the sand

I took my stand...

Sweet morning dew scent

refreshing sunlight shines

welcomes in celebration...

From my grave I rise

A freed soul I am...

   Manuelle Augustine 

            @2015

Recalling a wisdom from the River

An old fellow told me

decades ago...

"Learn from the river...

Never struggle with the current...

You will only drain your strength 

you will never advance an inch...

Eventually you will fail...

Instead just swim with the flow 

and let the river bring you

to the river bend..."

      Manuelle Augustine 

              @2015

Reply to a Comment: "What can I do..."

Reply to a Comment "What can I do..."

Comment:  "But in this desperation, 

                     where is your will?..."

Reply:

In knowing and acknowledging 

The will of God...

Though it means tears...

Though it means loss...

Though it means forever farewell...

Though it means letting go

of what your heart cherished...

Your Will is tested 

in the furnace of sadness and pain...

What will you do then...?

How will you face it then...?

For me... 

I will to choose 

to trust in His will...

          Manuelle Augustine 

                   @2015

You Deserve God's Best

           You Deserve God's Best 

They said love begets love 

They said you will reap what you sow

They said do unto others 

what you want others do unto you...

Yes...

You love with all of your heart 

You gave and shared generously 

You are true and sincere in all that you do...

But ...

You reaped betrayal instead

You reaped rejection and injustice 

You reaped remorse and dismay

Yet...

No matter how things and people 

were unfair and unkind

You have been your best

You stood the test

You deserve God's Best...

         Manuelle Augustine 

                  @2015

If fate is...

                      If Fate is...

If fate is fate...

If hello's and goodbye's is fate...

If embracing and letting go is fate...

If meeting and losing...

the one you love so much is fate...

If loving and betrayal is fate...

then I wish...

I rather have not known...

I rather not live a life...

in a cruel world of fate...

          Manuelle Augustine 

                   @2015

To let it just cry...

All I can do for myself is to cry...

to let my heart just cry...

to let my tears just fall...

running down my face 

and just let them fall...

All I can do for myself 

and for my heart 

is to let it cry...

to let it just cry...

    Manuelle Augustine 

             @2015

Words

Overcoming consuming truth

Sighing out draining pain

flowing in rivers of tears 

in the refuge of words...

    Manuelle Augustine 

             @2015

The Miracle of Words...

      The Miracles of Words

Words in many shapes and forms

in many sounds and norms...

connecting  time and distance...

uniting hearts and minds...

It defines all things 

and gives life it's meaning...

It's journey is timeless...

It's power beyond compare...

Yet what is more wonderful is...

The miracle it brings...

The miracle of wisdom and love 

and comfort and healing...

The miracle of hope and inspiration 

born by every meaning of a word...

It touches and lifts a heart 

like nothing else can ever do...

But words...

         Manuelle Augustine 

                  @2015

Reply to a comment..."He is behind all the clouds and storms in our lives"

Reply to a comment...

Comment: 

Very thought provoking 

and interesting piece.

Then we are toys? 

Fate - fatum - kismet - sudba ... 

And no way to change anything? 

If behind all good&bad events hid He?

Reply:

"He is behind the clouds

and storms in life"

He knows everything... 

We can take refuge in Him...

He is always there...

In whatever circumstances...

There are things that may look too cruel

to believe 

that He knows everything 

yet allowed such things to happen 

they are many of them

from time of old...

Yet... 

We must trust in His purposes and will

for there is time, and a reason 

for everything...

All so certainly 

He will not squander anything

to happen... 

for nothing...

             Manuelle Augustine 

                      @2015

My Poetry

My Poetry 

I run to God...

I call to Him...

I go to words...

I pen my pains...

Manuelle Augustine 

         @2015

In Reply to a comment..."In Rebelling God"

One day He will...

Prove Himself to you...

No amount of argument 

can settle this issue

to one that does not believe...

Silence does not mean defeat

and there is no win or lose...

because we all will return to ashes...

But God will Prove Himself 

in His Perfect time 

to you...

That He is God...

and though 

you do not believe 

He will remain God

    Manuelle Augustine 

            @2015

I Marvel

           I Marvel...

I marvel with the thoughts 

that He allowed  that I suffer ...

He allowed  that I be used

and abused and betrayed...

He allowed that I be abandoned 

and rejected...

He allowed that I be hurt

and be in so much pain...

He allowed that I be 

in hopelessness...

Though I weep deep 

I marvel with the thought 

that God allowed it all...

because He knows 

and He believes in me...

though I am just simply me...

Oh how  I marvel... 

He have faith in me...

He knows that I will rise up

to face and fight all my battles...

That no matter what the cruelties 

of life can be...

I will always stand and believe...

         Manuelle Augustine 

                 @2015

The Hall

                   The Hall

With the bling of the word

in my mind I can hear the echoes 

of the glittering regal aisles of the Hall...

Oh how a lovely sight

to see them again 

coming down one by one

walking down the hall

coming up to the Hall...

This time even better than before...

sifted in the bond of Poetic hearts

united in the verses of Poetry...

In the garden of words

In the paradise of the soul

In the wings of the pen...

Hand in hand

The Poets 

are coming down to the Hall...

      Manuelle Augustine 

                @2015

In my weakest...

In my weakest...

He gives me strength...

lifting up

my lifeless form...

He made me stand

to breathe and believe 

another day

one step of the way...

He touched  my heart

and fills my soul 

with His peace 

and amazing grace...

And beneath the dark clouds 

in the field of my battles 

He gives me wings to soar

from defeat to faith...

In my weakest...

He is my strength in my storms...

   

     Manuelle Augustine 

            @2015

I can not...

I can not...

I can not delete 

   your photographs...

I can not delete 

   your words...

I can not delete 

   your memories...

I can not delete 

   your name...

Manuelle Augustine 

        @2015

Pushing me out of his life...

He pushed me out of his life...

I wonder how he feels...

I wonder what he thinks...

pushing me out of his life...

after all the love and faith...

after all that I've been...

giving my all to him...

after all that we've been...

sharing hopes and dreams...

through all thick and thin 

I believed we've been...

I wonder how he feels...

Pushing me out of his life...

      Manuelle Augustine 

               @2015

How can I hope...

God knows how much

my heart is in pain 

for having no hope...

He knows how great...

He knows how deep...

He knows how my heart 

kneels for hope...

But there are truths

that we can not bend...

reality that we can not pretend...

Things that are

according to His will...

In this 

how can I hope...

When I know

It is His wil...

Manuelle Augustine 

         @2015

What can I do...

I'm no longer a part of him

no longer a part of his life...

     I don't belong in his heart

     don't belong in his life...

          He don't belong to me 

          He don't belong in my life...

              What can I do...

              We don't belong...

                   Gods will be done...

                   in our separate lives...

             Manuelle Augustine 

                      @2015

Letting go...To forget...

Letting go...

To forget...

the only hope I have...

the only hope I can...

the only hope there is for me...

To forget 

I shall finally be 

able to let go

of what I can't be...

My last breath I will wait

then I shall finally be 

able to forget...

Manuelle Augustine 

         @2015

It's Over...

No use of analyzing things

Stop right where you are

take a deep breath ... 

look up ...

and sigh out your anguish and pain

It's over ...

No amount of rethinking 

over and over 

can change a thing...

Be quiet now in your soul 

and move on...

Though with tears 

in each step of the way

Be thankful instead

for the privilege of time

and experience 

All now are memories ...

Smile away ...

and go on living, til life is here ...

        Manuelle Augustine 

                @2015   

I found myself again...

I found myself again 

in my emptiness 

realizing again...

I have lost meaning...

Day after day

time after time

from the break of day

til it's setting...

through all sleeplessness nights

in bed of tears til dawning...

my heart never stops remembering...

that you are gone

and will never come back again...

All through these time

in emptiness 

I found myself again...

          Manuelle Augustine

                   @2015

Cry...

Cry...

Cry it out...

Cry it all out...

from the deepest chamber of your heart 

let it reach through the skies 

into the footstool of God...

Though no one around 

recognize your mourning...

But God from heavens windows 

Sees and hears them 

clear as the sun

and louder than 

a thunders wham...

And Cry...

You will cry to know

It moves your Fathers Heart...

    Manuelle Augustine 

            @2015

I am missing you...

I'm missing you...

I am always missing you...

Time have come and gone

Through all these time

I am missing you... 

My heart 

is always missing you...

In every beat... 

In every pulse...

In every moment 

In everyday ...

In every word I write...

to comfort myself

through all the pain...

I am missing you...

Until when 

I do not know...

I am missing you...

  Manuelle Augustine 

          @2015

A Promise to Love...

A promise to love...

I love you love

You knew it well

your heart knows how 

Your heart knows well

Your heart knows

the promises of my heart

to love your heart

to love you love

til and beyond 

til time is here...

     Manuelle Augustine 

              @2015

God knows it all...

God knows how I am...

God knows how my heart is groping

to survive the pangs of pain

each minute and each day brings...

God knows the tears that I cried...

God knows how I helped  myself 

to live through it all...

God knows how hard...

God knows it all...

         Manuelle  Augustine 

                 @2015

To write a Poetry of Love

How wonderful could it be 

to write a poetry of love...

so inspiring...

so full of life...

so full of hopes and dreams 

for beautiful days...

as they come and go

with every moment shared

embracing and holding hands...

In sincerest trust and faith

to walk through life together...

never leaving...

never forsaking...

never letting go...

How wonderful could it be 

If I could write again

a poetry of true love...

from a heart that died

and live again...

into a perfect love...

Manuelle Augustine 

         @2015

Standing On My Grave

I am trying to exist 

though I'm dead...

I'm trying to breathe

though I lost life...

Everyday I am facing my grave 

I have died with the love 

you once professed...

You promised you're here to stay

But you turned your back

and left...

Your words you threw away

like dust in the wind they fade...

Now you are gone 

like you're gone in the grave...

So I am...yet alive...

but I am standing on my grave...

          Manuelle Augustine 

                   @2015

He made me...

He made me...

He made me... 

He made me fight 

to survive...

He made me 

hope and dream...

He made me 

believe that I can...

He made me 

cross the oceans

and climbed 

my mountains...

He made me 

prove that I can...

He made me 

the best that I can be...

He made me..

Yet...

All so instantly...

He took it all 

from me...

 Manuelle Augustine 

        @2015