Amazed

I am amazed at how we could all
Look up at the open skies and see
Something different from each other.
In response to, ‘What do you see? ‘
No answer given would be wrong.
Perception is a way of understanding,
Or interpreting something.
It is a mental impression.
With this said, we ought
To see and accept each other
In spite of our differences.
You Say Potato, I Say Patato
You Say Tomato, I say Tamato
Neither way is wrong.
I’m amazed and I welcome
The experience of another’s mind.
I’m amazed how we view
The color purple
And yet refer to it differently.
God is truly a God of diversity.
I am in awe of His magnificence.
Amazed…


Jeanette Telusma

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God of Diversity

God created the sun, moon, and stars.
He created the universe and all that’s in it.
When He created man, he thought of woman.
Humanity He created in splendid wonder.
He also created the rainbow with its vibrant colors.
When He spoke Words, they became tangible.
When He thought of sounds, He created music.
We would never be able to phantom the Magnificence
of Our Creator.
He is truly a God of Diversity.
How are we able to go on and not see
the true intent of the Almighty.
He is a God of Oneness.
When I think about God’s Divinity and Diversity
I can’t help but look up and recognize…


Jeanette Telusma

Tuesday, July 28th, 2020

“Not to be able to stop thinking is a dreadful affliction, but we don’t realize this because almost everyone is suffering from it, so it is considered normal. This incessant mental noise prevents you from finding that realm of inner stillness that is inseparable from Being.”

Eckhart Tolle

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Surprised is an Understatement

During middle and high school I was known for being a teenage advisor amongst my peers. I would choose to eat my lunch during morning breaks most times with the intent to be totally free during lunch to walk around our school grounds and to be available to talk and pray with any particular fellow student. I came across a vast amount of teenagers with personal problems and I felt very obligated to be used as a positive voice in their lives at such a vulnerable time.

Problems ranged from: some students were being physically abused by family members or friends of the family. Some were being abused emotionally to the point of not feeling good about themselves. There were others experiencing poverty to the point of only eating lunch from school. These are just a few to give an idea of some of the things children go through. A great number of these students were not functioning at their optimum best because of the unfortunate situations they were facing. I didn’t have time to self absorb in my personal issues. I just couldn’t. My peers, my friends, my school mates needed me.

Once lunchtime came around I was ready to search for anyone in need of a listening ear. Most times I chose to listen because I felt this was what they needed. Other times I prayed with them after hearing what their immediate unfortunate circumstance was. I found myself counselling at times and that was ok and accepted by them. They were open to receive and receptive of what I was sharing with them. I felt like this was my duty and a call for that very moment in time. I couldn’t explain why nor did I need to find out why. I simply accepted the call.

One of my most memorable encounters was with a student named Rango. He was very impressionable. He expressed his feelings without reserve. He sought me out at times just to let out pent up feelings that he would not share with anyone else. I prayed relentlessly for him and his future. I prayed that he would grow up to be someone that would easily make right and sound choices that would protect and allow him to experience a stable future. After graduation I moved away to another country. I have periodically thought of him, wandering if he was okay, if he had a family that he loved and cared for, and if he was still alive living as a decent contributing citizen of society. On rare occasions I dread the thought that he might turn out to be the opposite of my well wishes towards him. Being the positive person that I am, I hardly entertained those negative thoughts of him. I always told him about the great potential he had within and it would be up to him to bring it out.

After 25 years of not hearing or seeing him a small part of me thought he was dead, but there he is, right in front of me on the street, smiling at me. Surprised is an understatement. So many emotions came over me. I was not sure what to say or how to say it. I was flabbergast. I happy and grateful, mainly because he is alive and well and if a book could be judged by it’s cover, I’d say he’s a great human being experiencing the best that life has to offer.

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2 Corinthians 10:4-5

For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;

Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;

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It’s Raining

Drip drop, drip drop.
It’s raining. It’s pouring.
No complaints here.

Drip drop, drip drop.
Rain you’re welcome any time.
There’s never a dull moment.

Drip drop, drip drop.
Although there may be thunder
Although there may be lightning.
You’re welcome.

Drip drop, drip drop.
So much fun to dance in the rain.
Drenched from head to toe.
It’s okay…

Drip drop, drip drop.
You see, without you,
Everything is at a stand still.

Drip drop, drip drop.
The trees are able to grow.
You quench our thirst.

Drip drop, drip drop.
It’s raining, it’s pouring.
A sign of change.


Jeanette Telusma

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Dear Brother,

So caring, so thoughtful, and loving too,
That’s who you are to me, brother.
From when I could barely remember,
you’ve always been there through thick and thin.
Why can’t I ever recall a quarrel between us?
When I look back I’m amazed of the connection we had
and continue to have.
Weeks upon weeks of not hearing from each other
could never cause us to fall out of sync.
You’re dear to me, brother.
I’ll always be grateful to God for choosing
you to be my brother.
There are other brothers out there
But none like you.
May heavenly angels continually surround you.
May they always bring you the desires of your heart.
May God’s face continue to shine over you.


Jeanette Telusma