To You, Havilah Balsam Kha’ris – To You, My Firstborn Son

July 14, 2025 – Paris
Author: HAKIZIMANA Maurice

My little baby, my darling,my handsome boy, I am your daddy.

My little lovable rascal, I have been and always will be your beloved father.
My little heart, you will forever be my reason to live.
My sweet cuddly love, I have cherished you from your first breath on earth and will do so until my last.
My heart, your name is Havilah, Balsam, and Kharis.

Listen, Havilah, my firstborn, my love. Pay close attention to these lines.

You are Havilah: to me, you are a whole land, a land where pure gold is found.
You are Havilah, that beautiful country filled not only with gold, but also with bdellium and onyx stone.
You are Havilah, and your value to me is beyond measure: exceptional, extraordinary, priceless, incomparable, precious, rare.
You are Havilah, because you are all that you are: my wealth, my treasure, my pearl, my heart, my darling, my paragon, my jewel.
You are Havilah and that means, to me your dear father, a treasure more precious than all the gold in the world.
My Havilah I adore you with all my heart. I would give everything to protect you, to see you joyful for all eternity.

Listen, Balsam, my firstborn, my strength, the beginning of my creative power.

You are my Balsam: my balm, my healing, my fragrance, my comfort, my medicinal oil, my remedy, my salve, my cure, my ointment, my elixir.
You are my Balsam, who came into my life after the deadly blows of men driven by greed, darkness, and rivalry.
You are my Balsam, the balm that soothed my wounds.
You are Balsam, the oil of anointing, just as God once required.
You are Balsam, a beautiful name I drew from the Hebrew beʹsem, from the root ba·samʹ, meaning “to be fragrant” or “to have a pleasant aroma.”
You are Balsam, therefore you are my sweet perfume, my “pleasing scent.”

Balsam, I gave you this name while pondering this question:
“Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there?” (Jeremiah 8:22)
Know that while my mind, my heart, and my spirit were in Gilead, that is where the inclement merciless so-called brother man struck me, crushed me, buried me alive.
He had no idea that you would come, that you would heal me, that you would make me happier than I had ever been.
I never went to Gilead, but you became my Gilead, my balm.

Listen, my Kha’ris, my Grace.

You are Kha’ris the unmerited favor, a gift from above, transmitted through your dear mother, Grace.

You are Kha’ris, the divine grace, the free and undeserved outpouring of God’s love.
You are Kha’ris, the goodness given to one who thought he didn’t even deserve to live.
You are Kha’ris, that beautiful name drawn from the Greek kharisma, a free and undeserved gift.
You are Kha’ris,So be ever charismatic, my son:
Inspiring, expressive, enthusiastic, eloquent, visionary, confident.
You are Kha’ris and a true Kha’ris awakens hearts, inspires souls, and lights the way.

You are my Kha’ris, my grace, my kindness of heart, my mercy, my faithful love.
You are Kha’ris, my charm, my “grace,” my “undeserved favor,” my tenderness, my loyal affection.

Havilah, Balsam, Kha’ris — you are everything to me.

Havilah You are me in miniature.
Even when apart, we remain connected.
Balsam We share the same frequency.
My blood flows in your veins; your heart pumps my blood.
Kha’ris My little man, I am in you, and you are in me.
I am you. You are me.

My Treasure, my Balm, my Gift, my Little Man — I am your Papa.
I watch over you, forever.
Like the Son and the Father: I am you, you are me. We are one for eternity.

Your father, forever.
Paris, July 14, 2025

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