The Sojourner.

This is a poem I wrote in a faraway land, miles away from my homeland.

Especially for the one sojourner I know, the one who is loving her new land. This new land has become part of her heart, part of her soul.


There’s a price to pay.

Will you (still) go?

This may stretch you to your farthest limit.

Will you (still) go?

This may be inconvenient for you.

Will you (still) go?

This may take you out of your comfort zone.

Will you (still) go?

The world may offer you something brighter than this.

Will you (still) go?

The people you’re gonna meet, some will hate you, some will break you down.

Will you (still) go?


You’ll find it worth it.

You’ll learn something new.

You’ll realize that following Him is not about convenience but obedience.

You’ll get to places you’d never thought you’d ever go.

You’re not to live only for yourself.

You’ll meet people who will love you, embrace you, as they count you as their own family.

Life is like two sides of coin.

Like the black and white of piano keys.

Surely there are sorrows,

But the joy from above is given to you every time you need it.

I am a sojourner.

In a faraway land.

I meet many challenges.

But here I declare, I am more than just lucky.

I am blessed.

Palopo, December 5, 2014.



Drops of water

drops of water

Little drops of water,

Little grains of sand,

Make the mighty ocean,

And the pleasant land.

So the little minutes,

Humble though they be,

Make the mighty ages,

Of eternity.

-Julia Fletcher Carney

Born to Glorify

24 years ago he had his first cry,

was made alive out of the clay

he was born to try

was brought out of the darkness to the light of day

he was born to fly

as the time went by,

he is now a big guy

going so far away

teaching the poor in the city of dry

more than to touch the sky,

he was born to glorify

there is no other place he would stay

but in the hands of the Most High

specially written for my brother, Ron, for his 24th birthday 🙂

happy birthday to you!

Love and prayer,

Riska 🙂