PAROUSIA Magazine Christmas Life Issue 10

  Dear Readers, Compliments of the season to you from Parousia Magazine. I am wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year. This Christmas, Parousia makes history by publishing it 10th Issue. It is the Christmas Life Issue. Below are all our previous issues so far   Issue 1 – Easter Issue Issue 2…

Trust His Faithfulness! by Joseph S. Spence, Sr., | PAROUSIA Magazine

Today, I am taking another different approach and expand the theory of literary presentation regarding our Sunday spiritual message into another dimension. I pray the message gets across with the intended lessons to be learned and are clearly accomplished. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*********************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Tragic Loss Could Be Avoided—Be Faithful: Why Jeopardize One’s Life? This narration involves a…

A poem from Olaitan Victor Olanrewaju | PAROUSIA Magazine

Heart Powerhouse of the body Eyes of the mind, Abode of the father, Connection to the spirit The source of life. I am the door that wisdom came knocking To guard with all needed diligence; Against anger, malice and deceit, Against lust, hatred and greed. I am the weakest member But by me you gain…

TRANSFORMATION | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

  I lived in mud. Then, I met you and began To walk through reclining forests And aside melodic mountains And today, despite challenges Life is as tranquil As late summer fireflies. I was a broken fish, Who, upon finding you, Found that I could stand and laugh No longer so self-absorbed And ignoring the…

moment | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

moment sitting on the porch i relax as sparrows peck at the bird feeder. wind. chirps. sound is a true vocabulary of nature. the sun glitters my shadow. clouds gather speed. the sky is a miracle. Rick Davis lives in the Chicago area, USA.  He is married to Marianne. Marianne has five children, and twenty-four grand…

my idealism: | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

my idealism: my idealism is like bare feet in summer grass and blossoms that drift like stars resisting water-hazards of apathy. my idealism is like city lights that speckle wet streets with vibrant paint. stuck in right-wing mud my nights grow sleeplessly long, but with loving-kindness moonlight seeps through dancing clouds.   Rick Davis lives in…