The Sun

A blast of sunlight

The Sun

Reflections of the sun

For the Lord God is a sun…Psalms 84:11

For the sun shines on all: big and small; Its face spreads grace upon well sheltered homes and the homeless stretched out hands. The sun never discriminates by giving uneven portions. All of nature praises the sun; for without the sun we shall all surely die. O how it lavishes us with its glorious rays. Thank you, O God of the heavens, for putting such a magnificent star above our earth. ūüôĆjjf

Look up

What if…

Just thinking

#CoVID-19  a.k.a. #Coronavirus

What if…

What if our golden internet altar crashes…

What if the embellishing good or bad that sets us up aim also at silencing the entire world…

What if a virus greater and more subtle than the coronavirus
Creeps in like fiery serpents and infect the most precious thing that’s keeping us together…

What if we are both physically and¬† ‘cybercally’ separated by forced isolation for a period of unbearable time…

What if our only altar of communication couldn’t understand our codes anymore…

What if there are no prophets and wise people to observe the time…

And then it hits hard…

Sudden disruption-
gone are all our invisible platforms of worship

What if my what ifs of thoughts are just foolishness only to confront the wisdom of soulish humans

What space are we creating?
Whose face are we seeking?
What voice are we listening to?

I am not sure,  but am trusting God to be in control of his creation.

(C) jjf 2020


Image by Getty, retrieved March 17, 2020.

Dear Canada


An Open Letter of Gratitude to Canada

Dear Canada:

It all begun when I was asked by my cousin to travel with her to Ottawa.¬†I had one week to prepare. Thank God that in 1992, you allowed the Islands of the British Common Wealth to come to your shores with only an approved passport. We didn‚Äôt have to travel to Barbados to obtain a visa for visiting relatives and friends who had already settled in your land.¬† Now that I am Canadian, I’ve met many people from various nations, including Canadians who have no clue where St.Lucia is on the map. Canada you‚Äôve granted me the privilege to apply dual history and¬† diverse culture.

I was fortunate to have landed on one of your most prestigious airports- Pearson International in Toronto.  After our passports were stamped with all kinds of important information, we made our way to the vast space to wait endlessly to be taken to Ottawa, your Capital.  As we waited for what seemed like forever, for the strangers whom we’ve never met before to pick us up from Toronto, I couldn’t help but observe while waiting that you had all kinds of strange people in your land: people whom I have never recognized or seen before in my homeland of St.Lucia. My eyes opened so wide that I had no time to take a nap or to sit still after our 5 hours plane ride. The energy of so many nations moving in all directions simply mesmerized me.

At 26 years old, you were my first virgin flight, I arrived on your  land  in the cold month of April. It seem ordained that I had to come to you for the other two and half decades of my life. The Creator had a greater plan for my life and for you O Canada; for you have taught me things that no other nation on earth could have taught me. You transformed me into a strong, mature, and confident Afro-Caribbean-Canadian woman. You chose to adopt me, engrafting me into your culture, your people, and your landscape.

It was not easy at the beginning, but you made it possible for me to see my way through the many languages,accents, dialects, which my ears had to get adjusted too. You‚Äôve allowed me to walk through your educational institutions without discrimination, and if it existed while I was there, I didn’t dwell there, for I knew that my new motherland was greater than the ideology of an oaf; her approach is that of dignity and the value placed on human lives.

Because of you I have made friends or met others along my way from various countries on earth. You showed me how to be kind by the way you show kindness to all who come to you  for refuge.  You are a harbour where the hurting and the dying come for refuge; and you give hope to  they that have dreams and want to soar.

In this great year 2017, as you celebrate 150 years of standing for peace, love and quality (equality); I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to you for creating policies with me in mind. For giving me the privilege to have access to social services, health care, and continuous education. I want to say thank you for providing for my two daughters whose navel cords are buried in your soil. Thank you for opening new doors for me. Thank you for being one of the best countries in the world.

Stay safe Canada, you are loved!

Sincerely yours,

New Citizen

jjf ©  2017

February- Time to Love

I love the month of February because I was born on the sixteenth. February- the love month ‚Äď giving and loving and sharing and forgiving; well, that‚Äôs what they say. The sweet repetition of the conjunction ‚Äėand‚Äô makes everything add up in the love month. Over the years, I wrote many short pieces about love: [‚Ķ]

via Random Notes of Love 1 ‚ÄĒ backsliderhome


Eyes Wide Open

I first published this unusual one word poem in 2001 on It was a time when the word terrorism was really permeating the media, and even if it seems quiet now, a soul is being terrorized each day.











¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†Terror…

By jjf (c) 2016

Mathematics of Pain

Turning pain to gain

What is your pain? Do not refrain from trusting that your pain can truly be used to help others? Share your pain in whatever creative way God have allowed you to. I often think of God’s mathematical principles which are far finding out. His immeasurable love, his miraculous ability to create miracles that no one can explain. God is a mystery, no one can figure or imagine him. His mathematical skills are visible and invisible.

God is pure math.

Mathematics of Pain


Without any subtraction

I will have a mold so high In which all my dreams could die

I simply cannot attempt to multiply

’cause the pain may seem greater than the sand of the seas

That would lead me to insanity…

On either side there is more to contain: pain will equal gain

There’s an increase to grow or minus the opposite

So, before you ask me to bracket the most relevant pain:

The one that shuts my eyes, opens my belly to the ground as preparation of a rectangular casket is set for all my bitter lamentations…


I have to calculate the amount of times that I’ve cried out – but it’s difficulties are too much for me to fathom;


No more shutting of the eyes, I have to cry

No more folding of the arms, I have to reach up

Here is my pain; here is my gain.

Though bitter, it will be sweet.

By jjf (c) 2016

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My Lost Soul

My Lost Soul

I keep giving me away piece by piece

I can’t find real love

My soul knows best

But I just can’t rest

I keep giving me away piece by piece.


I am taking back my pieces

I am waiting for my real Love,

to take me as one whole.

Has anyone seen my soul?

My soul have been shattered

The last place I remember leaving it was at the corner of-

‘Longing for Love’

I have searched the faces of strangers

Is my soul with you, Mr. Abuser?

Maybe you, Miss Cheater?

Can someone, anyone, help me find my soul

I will take the jagged pieces back-maybe I can mend it together again

Screaming: My soul I call you forth

From the east, the west, the south, and the north!

Release my soul, please give it back, it doesn’t belong to you

Stop coveting it with your insatiable passions

So I asked again, “Have you seen my soul?”


Are you speaking well?

 Did you come to give me a new soul?

How can this be?

jjf (c) 2016