THIS IS NOT THE END Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Sophia who was facing some tough times. She had just been diagnosed with a serious illness, and her future was looking uncertain. She was scared and alone, and she felt like she couldn't handle the challenges that were coming her way. But then, one day, she met an older woman named Grace. Grace had been through many difficult experiences in her life, but she had always come out stronger on the other side. She shared her stories...

ECHOES OF INNOCENCE

We ran through dust, the earth beneath, The sun above, our only wreath. Barefoot whispers in the breeze, Our laughter swelling through the trees, A symphony of joy and faith beneath. When rains poured down from skies of grey, We danced as if they'd wash away The world's sharp edges, pain unknown, For in those puddles, seeds were sown Of innocence too pure to stray. Beneath the moon’s soft silver light, We counted stars through endless night. With every wish, a dream ...

T.E.A.C.H.E.R.

T is for TIME you endlessly give, Hours you spend to help us live, Guiding us with patient care, Showing wisdom everywhere. E is for EFFECT you pour each day, Through every lesson, in every way, You spark the flame, ignite our dreams, With hope and knowledge, bursting seams. A is for ANSWER you help us find, Not just in books, but in our mind, You teach us how to think and grow, Beyond the facts, beyond what we know. C is for COMPASSION you always show, In every smile, i...

RISE, NIGERIA, RISE!

In the dawn of October’s grace, Where green and white flags proudly trace The echoes of a nation's song, Nigeria stands, bold and strong. From river’s flow to desert’s sand, The beating heart of a mighty land, With ancient dreams and futures bright, We rise again in freedom’s light. Oh, land where giants’ feet have trod, Where culture blooms in every sod, From north to south, east to west, We strive and push to be our best. Through storms we’ve weathered...

THE MOONLIT FURY.

EPISODE 9: INTO THE UNKNOWN The road carried Lucas through landscapes both familiar and strange. Days turned into weeks, and as summer slowly bled into autumn, the air grew cooler and the nights longer. The forested hills and sleepy villages began to give way to rocky terrain and jagged mountains. Lucas found himself increasingly alone, the bustling towns now replaced by isolated hamlets and desolate expanses where the wind howled like a distant chorus of lost souls. Yet, despite the growing i...

THE MOONLIT FURY.

EPISODE 8: QUIET CELEBRATION, LINGERING SHADOWS The village celebrated that night, a quiet, subdued sort of celebration, born more of relief than joy. The townsfolk gathered in the small square, sharing food and drink, their voices hushed as if they were still wary of disturbing the peace they had fought so hard to reclaim. The forest, now a looming silhouette in the distance, seemed finally to be just that—a forest, stripped of its sinister power. Lucas stood apart from the crowd, leaning a...

THE MOONLIT FURY

EPISODE 7: THE CIRCLE OF STONES As Lucas emerged from the forest, the village felt almost too quiet, as if it was holding its breath. The contrast between the dark, whispering woods and the stillness of the village was stark, and it heightened Lucas’s sense of urgency. He knew that the stones in the forest were not merely ancient relics—they were active, pulsing with a malevolent force that was somehow connected to the recent disappearances. Lucas headed straight for the village square, whe...

THE MOOLIT FURY

.....CONTINUATION OF EPISODE 6. THE WHISPERS OF THE VANISHING VILLAGE. The next morning, Lucas rose early and made his way to the edge of the forest. The villagers avoided the woods unless necessary, but Lucas was no stranger to danger. He knew that the answers he sought were hidden within the trees, waiting for someone brave—or foolish—enough to find them. The forest was dense and shadowy, the canopy overhead blocking out much of the sunlight. The air was cool and damp, and the ground bene...

THE MOONLIT FURY

EPISODE 6: WHISPERS OF A VANISHING VILLAGE. Lucas's journey away from Moonlit Ridge was both bittersweet and cathartic. The road ahead stretched into the unknown, but for the first time in a long while, Lucas felt a sense of peace. The burden of uncovering the town's dark secrets had been lifted, and the echoes of the past no longer clung to him like a shadow. The sun climbed higher into the sky as he walked, warming his back and casting the world in a golden light. With each step, the town fa...

THE MOONLIT FURY

EPISODE 5: A NEW DAWN In the days that followed, the town of Moonlit Ridge began to heal. The once-deserted streets were now filled with life as people returned to their daily routines, no longer burdened by the weight of the curse. The air felt lighter, the shadows less ominous. Lucas spent some time helping the townspeople rebuild and repair what had been damaged over the years. He and Emily became something of local heroes, though they both shied away from the attention, preferring to focus...

THE MOONLIT FURY.

EPISODE 4: THE FINAL RITE The preparations for the ritual were meticulous. Lucas and Emily gathered the necessary materials, including sacred herbs and stones mentioned in the shaman's journal. They enlisted the help of some of the townspeople, explaining the importance of the ritual and the need for their participation. As night fell, they made their way back to the clearing with the stone circle. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the scene. The air was charged with ...

THE MOONLIT FURY

.....Continuation of Episode 3: THE HAUNTING. Eliza's grave was easy to spot. It stood alone at the edge of the clearing, a simple stone bearing her name and the dates of her birth and death. Lucas knelt before the grave, his heart heavy with the weight of the past. "We need to find a way to put her spirit to rest," Emily said softly, her voice filled with determination. "There must be something we can do." As they stood there, a cold wind swept through the clearing, carrying with it a faint w...

THE MOONLIT FURY.

Episode 3: THE HAUNTING. The next morning, Lucas awoke to a knock on his door. Groggy and disoriented, he stumbled to answer it. The innkeeper stood in the hallway, a concerned look on her face. "Mr. Thorn, there's someone here to see you," she said, her voice tinged with worry. Lucas nodded and quickly dressed, his mind still reeling from the previous night's encounter. He descended the stairs to the inn's common room, where a young woman awaited him. She had long, dark hair and striking gre...

THE MOONLIT FURY

CONTINUATION OF EPISODE 2.....WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT. Lucas sat up, his heart pounding in his chest. The whispers grew louder, more insistent, until he could no longer ignore them. He got out of bed and opened the door, stepping into the dark hallway. The inn was silent, the only sound the distant creaking of the old building. Following the whispers, Lucas made his way downstairs and out into the night. The town was shrouded in darkness, the moon hidden once again by thick clouds. The whispers ...

THE MOONLIT FURY

EPISODE 2: WHISPERS IN THE NIGHT The following day dawned gray and overcast, a thick blanket of clouds obscuring the sun. Lucas awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside his window, their calls strangely muted in the heavy air. He lay in bed for a moment, trying to shake off the remnants of a restless sleep filled with nightmares. The events of the previous night were still fresh in his mind, and he couldn't rid himself of the unease that had settled over him. Determined to learn more about...

THE MOONLIT FURY

Episode 1: THE ARRIVAL. The narrow road twisted through the dense forest like a serpent, its asphalt cracked and worn by years of neglect. Tall, ancient trees loomed overhead, their branches intertwining to form a near-impenetrable canopy. The dim light of the setting sun filtered through the foliage, casting long shadows that danced eerily on the ground. In the distance, the silhouette of a town began to emerge—a small, isolated village nestled in a valley, far from the reach of the modern w...

EYES OF THE SPIRIT.

Oh, Eye of the Spirit, how you gaze through the veil, Peering into eternity, where mortal senses fail. You grasp what the naked eye cannot behold, The whispers of stars, the stories untold. Through you, we glimpse the unseen world, Where light and shadow are softly twirled. In the depth of the unknown, you find your place, Revealing truths hidden in time and space. You capture the winds that dance with grace, The quiet sigh of the moon’s embrace. A realm where the heart...

OH! CRADLE DAYS

Oh! cradle days, where light first bloomed, In the gentle curve of a mother’s womb. Soft whispers kissed the morning sky, While dreams unformed would learn to fly. Beneath the glow of stars unseen, In slumber's arms, we drift serene. The world a cradle, vast and wide, Where innocence and hope reside. Oh! cradle days, when hearts were light, And every shadow held the night. The warmth of hands that rocked our fears, A lullaby to still the tears. In fields of wonder,...

MY THOUGHT THE EXPRESSION OF WITHIN.

In the silence of my heart’s deep well, Where secrets and shadows softly dwell, There stirs a storm of quiet fire, A dance of doubt and fierce desire. My thoughts rise like the morning mist, Winding through valleys barely kissed By light—soft, tentative, and shy, Yet burning like embers, reaching high. I search the echoes of my soul, Where fractured pieces make me whole, The whispers I keep buried deep, Awaken now from restless sleep. Each thought a wave, fierce ...

TAKE HEED.

Take heed, dear soul, for night draws near, A gross darkness filled with fear. The world will tremble, faith will shake, And hearts, unguarded, soon will break. A time is coming, cold and stark, Where light will seem a distant spark. The love you’ve known, the faith you claim, Will be tested in the fiercest flame. Abba’s voice will seem so far, Like a whisper lost among the stars. And if you’ve not learned His soft call, You’ll find it hard to hear at all. S...

WHEN LIFE TURN AGAINST YOU.

When life turns against you, fierce and cold, And shadows wrap around, heavy to hold, Do not cast your eyes upon the ground, For there, no solace will be found. Lift your gaze to the distant hill, Where the morning breaks, quiet and still. Upon its peak, your help awaits, In whispered winds, behind heaven’s gates. A place where hope is born anew, Where skies shift from gray to blue, Strength is woven in every breeze, And burdens melt with gentle ease. There, your s...

WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES

When I look into your eyes, so deep, so wide, I see a world where love can’t hide. Each letter lingers, soft and true, L O V E, shining through you. L is the longing I feel in my chest, A pull toward you that never finds rest. In your gaze, the world disappears, And in that silence, I lose my fears. O is the ocean that floods my soul, Endless, boundless, and completely whole. Your love, like waves, crashes in my heart, Binding me to you, though we’re oceans apart. V is...

LETTER TO THE FAINTING HEART

Oh, fainting heart, in silence bound, With every beat, a muffled sound, You tremble in the darkest night, Too weak to fight, too lost for light. Yet still you pulse, though shadows cling, A fragile bird with broken wing, You fear to soar, but hear me clear— There's more to you than pain and fear. The scars you hide, the wounds you bear, Are not the weight you’re meant to wear. The tears that fall, like bitter rain, Shall one day bloom as strength from pain. For eve...

THE RAIN.

This is the rain, Oh thou latter rain, Flooding away every pain Removing every blemish and stain, For the joy of Abba's gain, For this is our refrain, The choruses dancing through our veins For in him we remain, And our life in him he retain. Out of my belly shall flows river, Fountains of this living water, From the father of immortal, Who has given us the rain in total, And bring the refreshing season to the mortals, So that they can ascend through this portal, And dine with the immortal. ...

REALMS OF THE IMMORTALS

In the realm of the immortals, where the great ones dwell, transactions of destinies are made, and life is changed as well. There, the power flows in hierarchy, in ascending order of might, and the ones who rule the lower ranks, know their place in heaven's sight. With each transaction made, the destiny of one is changed, and with newfound purpose, their life is rearranged. They are lifted up and transformed, from a mortal life of lack, to one of abundance and promise, and they ne...

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THE HEALING BALM

The healing balm, oh what a sight A remedy that brings true delight A soothing ointment, a magic spell A potion that makes all pain quell From mountains high to oceans deep Its powers spread, a secret to keep A drop that falls, a leaf that sway A whisper that carries worries away It touches hearts and mends the soul A river that flows, gentle and whole With every breath, it heals the mind And brings back peace that one can find It holds the power to bridge the rift Guilt and shame from harm t...

MAUNDY THURSDAY.

On this Maundy Thursday, the air is thick With solemnity, reverence, and deep mystic Memories of the last supper flood the mind The breaking of bread, the sharing of wine In the upper room, the disciple's feet He washed With humble love, all their doubts and fears were squashed A king who kneels before His own creation Serving them selflessly, with no expectation The sound of water trickles in the basin As He wipes their feet, removing all the dirt and stain The aroma of oil and fragrance fi...

ONENESS.

Amidst the chaos of the world so vast Lies a truth unknown and a feeling so vast A connection unbroken, a bond so true A oneness that connects me and you The sun that rises every day Paints the world in shades so gay And though it seems to be alone It shines for us, for we are one The ocean, majestic and free A sight to behold for all to see Its waves that crash upon the shore Echo a voice of oneness evermore The trees that sway in the gentle breeze Whispering secrets that only nature sees In...

THE BEUTY OF NATURE.

Amid an endless expanse of green, A world of splendor can be seen, A beauty born of nature's grace, That nature carves in every place. The mountains tower to the skies, A joy to see with naked eyes, Their rugged peaks and rocky crests, Inspire a sense of peace and rest. The trees stand tall, so lush and green, A sight that's rarely ever seen, Their leaves in rustling harmony, A symphony for all to see. The rivers flow, so soft and clear, A soothing balm to calm all fear, With gentle ripples, ...

YOU MAY BE RIGHT.

.You may be right, my dear friend But let's take a walk and apprehend The beauty of this world so grand The wonders that unfold when we stand The wind that whispers a song divine A symphony of leaves in its chime The sunset that paints the sky in hues Of oranges, pinks, and purples anew The stars that twinkle in the night Guiding us through the darkness despite The moon that shines so bright and clear Illuminating our paths so sincere You may be right, do not forget The world is full of myste...

YOU

You are a mystery, an enigma to behold, A kaleidoscope of colors and stories untold. You are the sun's rays on the morning dew, The twinkle in a star that shines so true. You are the ocean's tide that ebbs and flows, The gentle breeze that whispers and slows. You are the mountains that rise up high, The valleys below where rivers run by. You are a canvas, a work of art, A tapestry woven with love and heart. You are the laughter that fills the air, The tears that fall in moments of despair. Yo...

NEVER AVOID THE PROCESS

Never avoid the process, my dear, For it's in the journey that life appears, A winding path with twists and turns, Through mountains high and valleys sterns. The journey may feel long and hard, But the destination's worth the yard, From seed to flower, from bud to bloom, Life unfolds, and hearts make room. Like a caterpillar in its cocoon, A transformation that happens soon, Emerging as a butterfly with wings, Life's beauty, a joy that truly brings. Embrace the journey, feel the pain, For eve...

MIND (The battle ground)

The mind, a battle ground, Where forces of light and darkness collide, Shadows lurking in every corner, And echoes of the past that still abide. At times, the mind is a raging storm, With thunder and lightning that split the sky, A tumultuous sea of emotions, Raging with the power to amplify. Yet in the tranquility of the mind, There's a peace that reigns supreme, A calm oasis to seek shelter in, When the world feels like a vivid dream. For within the mind's infinite real...

Dear Dreamer,

Dear dreamer, You have a vision in your heart that excites you and ignites your passion. You have a dream that you want to achieve, and it is within your grasp. But, to make this dream a reality, you need to keep a good mindset...... to continue or read more kindly visit #Blog. #NircleBlog. #MyNircleBlog. #ReadMyNircleBlog. #HomeOfInspirationalStories&Poetry. #DiscoverMyNircleBlogPost.

I'M UNIQUE

I am the rainbow clothed with many hues, A tapestry of colors woven through and through, With shades of red and yellow, green and blue, A dazzling sight that never fails to enthuse. I am the gold glittering in its finest form, A precious metal with a brilliance so warm, A radiance that can withstand any storm, A treasure that's coveted by many and worn. I am the jasper looking so stunning, With hues of purple, green and red so stunning, A gemstone worthy of admiration, A sight that fills the h...

VALUE.

Value lies hidden in the depths of the earth, Like a rare and precious gem of immense worth. It's buried beneath layers of dirt and stone, Forged by pressure and time, to be known. Only those who are brave enough to delve deep, Can unearth its secret and its beauty reap. Like a miner with pick and shovel in hand, They dig and dig, through barren land. For value is not easily found or seen, But when discovered, it's powerful and keen. Like a waterfall, gushing and free, Or a soaring bird, flyin...

HEART CRY.

My heart cries out like a wounded deer Lonely, forlorn, and full of fear Echoes of its pain ring through the night As tears flow freely, blurring my sight My heart cries out like a stormy sea Tossed and turned by waves of agony Thundering waves crash against the shore As my heart cries out for something more My heart cries out like a summer rain Softly falling, yet full of pain Reflecting all the sorrow deep inside As my heart cries out to be my guide My heart cries out like the autumn breeze...

NOW THAT YOU'RE YOUNG

Now that you are young, The world is your playground, Full of hope and opportunity, Endless adventures waiting to be found. The road before you stretches wide, With twists and turns yet to be seen, So many paths to explore and follow, So many places you've yet to glean. The sun rises bright each morning, Painting the world in hues so new, Casting shadows and light to dance, And warming the earth, as if anew. Serene oceans and powerful waves, Are yours to swim and conque...

HOW WE END OUR LIFE MATTERS.

The end of life is like a sunset, a brilliant burst of color and light, a time for quiet reflection, a time for saying goodbye. How we end our lives matters, it's the last chapter of our story, the final notes of our symphony, the closing scene of our play. Did we leave this world better, than when we first arrived? Did we touch others' lives with kindness, and bring joy to those we loved? We can't turn back time, or erase the mistakes we've made, but we can choose how we spend our time, and ...