You’ve already won because you understand what matters.
It is more than meets the eye.
It is in you because of Him.
You’ve lived long enough, lost enough, and achieved enough to see the truth: the real victory is becoming the kind of person who can look back without regret.
That’s rare. That’s precious. That’s earned.
Inspired by a random act of kindness from a stranger.
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The world is vast…
mountains that scrape the sky,
oceans that hum their ancient hymns…
yet somehow small enough
for a stranger’s smile
to feel like home.
Travel, and the world opens.
See it.
Hear it.
Let the wind of another land
whisper its stories into your bones.
We are one…
beyond color, beyond race,
beyond the borders we drew
before we knew better.
A mother is a mother
in every language.
A father is a father
wherever the sun rises.
...
A recent global review of my poem “Even the Jacaranda Know” revealed layers I never expected — a humbling reminder of how readers give a poem new life.
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A poem, Even the Jacaranda Know, from my book Resonance of the Soul: Flowers and Harmonics, was recently reviewed on a renowned global African literary platform. The reviewer described it as a sweeping human portrait that “speaks in many voices but breathes through one tree.”
You can read the full review here:
Silence can be golden . . .
when it’s chosen,
when it’s peaceful,
when it’s rooted in wisdom.
But silence imposed by circumstance?
Silence born of trauma,
stigmatization,
or oppression?
Silence that keeps you from saying what is right?
That silence is not golden.
It’s a cage.
A wound.
A theft.
When silence is forced . . .
by shame,
fear,
or injustice; it doesn’t protect.
It erases.
It robs the world of truth,
of healing,
of transformation.
So, say I: speak.
Even if your voice shakes.
Even if the world isn’t ready....
Published in Medium (He Didn’t Leave You. He Left Himself First. | by Dr. Ivan Edwards | Oct, 2025 | Medium)
Series Title: The Leaving
A poetic duet on emotional abandonment and accountability
This poem dismantles the myth of blame often placed on women when relationships fail. It’s a declaration of truth for those who stayed, who showed up, who held on — and were still left behind.
“You let yourself go,” he says.
No.
He let himself go.
He wasn’t steadfast.
Wasn’t devoted.
Wasn’t committed.
He let you...
Published in Medium (A Melody Born in His Heart. A poetic reflection on divine love… | by Dr. Ivan Edwards | Physician • Poet • Minister | Oct, 2025 | Medium)
A poetic reflection on divine love, cultural beauty, and emotional surrender.
She loves me.
I love her.
Her eyes draw me into her heart,
where I see the beauty of height and breadth . . .
no equivalent to the elegance of Mount Elgon.
Her lips speak, and I quiver . . .
like melted butter in Kampala’s midday sun.
Her hands, slim and sure,
her...
Published in Medium (I Am Not a Contradiction. A poem challenging the false comfort of… | by Dr. Ivan Edwards | Physician • Poet • Minister | Oct, 2025 | Medium)
A poem challenging the false comfort of binary thinking
by Dr. Ivan Edwards
They ask me to choose.
Must I fear what they think of me?
. . . choose as if blood were a ballot,
as if heritage could be halved
without spilling truth.
They ask me to choose.
Must I fear what they think of me?
In Africa, I am not Black enough.
In America and Europe, I...
Resonance of the Soul Featured by Literary Titan
I’m honored to share that my book, Resonance of the Soul: Flowers and Harmonics, recently received a five-star review from the editors at Literary Titan.
Following the review, I was invited to reflect on the book’s poetic architecture, spiritual undertones, and harmonic themes through a series of thoughtful interview questions. Their inquiry opened a space for deeper contemplation . . . one I felt compelled to share here.
If you haven’t seen it...
𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.
𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.
𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭.
𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞—𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞.
𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐕 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞.
𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭.
𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭.
𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.
𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?
𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬.
Dr. Ivan Edwards
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Humbled to receive the Literary Titan Book Award for my book Resonance of the Soul: Flowers and Harmonics—a collection praised for its emotional clarity and poetic depth.
To all who have read, supported, and stood with me—thank you. Your belief in this journey means everything. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
Do what is right.
Speak what is true.
Give what is good.
And you will reap what aligns with it.
Some call it karma. Others call it divine justice.
But the principle is universal: You get what you plant.
If you sow bitterness, you’ll harvest isolation.
If you sow kindness, you’ll harvest connection.
If you sow discipline, you’ll harvest progress.
If you sow love, you’ll harvest legacy.
So, plant wisely.
Even when no one’s watching.
Even when it’s hard.
Even when the soil looks dry.
Because the...
Abigail (not her real name), a spirited 49-year-old, faced a tough blow when she fell at home, fracturing both ankles and her right hip. Despite her past battles with breast cancer, depression, anxiety, high blood pressure, and weight gain, she remained positive.
When I first met her, she was in good spirits, joking with nurses and sharing stories about her family. Her resilience was inspiring.
After surgery, she faced the challenge of rehabilitation, determined to regain her strength and...
Chapter 1: Deep In The Valley
It was inevitable. Peter saw it coming, but that did not soften the blow.
The dim candlelight danced between him and Jean, casting restless shadows across the table—mirroring the unease between them. The restaurant hummed with quiet conversations, yet their corner booth felt like another world, drenched in silence, thick and suffocating.
"I just think… maybe we’re at different places in life," Jean finally said, her voice careful, each word measured like...
Fear doesn’t ask for permission,
it makes itself at home.
It rearranges your priorities.
Shrinks your voice.
It turns “maybe later”
into “never."
You don’t have to feel terrified
for fear to own you.
All it needs…
is quiet agreement.
Afraid to speak up?
Afraid to try again?
Afraid of loss…
or being seen?
That’s not your personality,
that’s a whisper you let live.
But here's truth: God didn’t hand
you trembling
He handed
you authority.
Fear isn't your inheritance,
it's a squatter
waiting to be...
