Man thrives by the principles he holds dearly in his heart — Hi Y’all. My name is Kevin Jahleel Ishimwe, and I am originally from Rwanda (The Land of a Thousand Hills) but spent most of my childhood in the US. I moved here when I was thirteen in pursuit of better life opportunities. I come from a humble and modest family…

An uplifting poem — Fresh rain brings hope Castaway all stale despair, And reach for the hailing sky moment of truth is upon us Dance to the seasonal rhythm, Of timely emergence Swift feet tapping to rain dewdrops, Of brisk sustenance The drought of ineptitude is no longer, Savor this brewing birth School of passion in…

A story about a kid from Nyamirambo (Rwanda) — I still vividly remember the first time I witnessed an act of kindness, an act so surreal that inspired me to appreciate this gift of life. …

I’m in awe of what my body is capable of — “Give careful thought to the day when the foundation of the Lord’s temple was laid”, you gently nudged me. What would ensue, I did not expect. But I inherently knew it was no ordinary day. “I am in awe of what my body is capable of” — a timely prompt…

Grateful for these lessons — unleash what lies in you — Harmony befriends one in agony, And grace sustains the runner To maintain his pace On the race to success Find your purpose, and you will weather Impending waves of stress In moments of stillness Learn to embrace The quiet presence Appeasing the restless Mind There you will find The heralding call That…

Daily practices — Worry is like that bothersome neighbor that pricks and pries till boundaries are no longer existent — leaving an easy entry to meddle with the affairs of the mind. Life’s resurfacing riddle. Brave soul, what do you do to rise above this nuisance? …

Softly spoken proverbs — A deep nudge of clarity Reverberates in my spirit Bit by bit, I can feel it Transmitting to my soul Daily revival I am gradually learning to let go of my worries Intentionally grounded in this present season, I am restarting this process of healing Self-aware I had allowed certain viruses to infiltrate…

A poem — fearful forces loom but my aura gracefully maintains — Angelic hums Circulate in my mist A timely song of hope Comforts my breeze Of vigor by invoking I to brace a tighter grip on the rope When left with no choice Hopelessly, you can daze away When you give in to despair Other than realigning With the current Instant revival…

We must strive to become more heart-centered — Ancestors of old dreamed Of a utopic world, A life filled with unforeseen Rewards Sadly Misery and agony Still perpetuate our mist Today; It haunts the few Who resentfully Refuse to walk In anointing The journey Ahead Who can discern What he has yet to imagine In his heart-centered Conscience …