ENLIGHTENED by MY POETRY

As I sit and listen to old school jamz, I read some of my poetry. I am enlightened by my own words. Words that came from my own heart and mind…words that I thought of carefully before sending them to millions and billions of eyes to see and enjoy.

When I read my poetry, tears comes to my eyes as my breath shortens, my heart races with anticipated joy of the rhythm of the words that leaps off of the page.

My poetry has always had a special effect on me. It makes me laugh out loud, and it makes me say WOW! I always seem to out do myself all of the time.

My poetry is very deep. It comes from a deep place within me that no one knows but myself and the One who gave it to me.

All of my poetry touches the heart of those that can understand it; see the imagery in it, and those that can let it take them on a journey that their mind has never been on before.

I’ll always be enlightened by whatever I write. I will never stop writing poetry, stories, and about other things that enlighten, and inspire me. My poetry is apart of me. It is who I am as a mother, wife, sister, and daughter, and as a child of the Most High God.

For as long as I have strength in my hands, and thoughts in my mind to write about, I will always write. I will never stop being creative. ©2021

QUIET MOMENTS

Quiet moments of serenity, peace, and tranquility. It is the time for meditating and setting the mind free.

It is in those moments that our mind is at a state of rest. In those moments, decisions are made for the future.

Quiet moments are special to me. That is when I do most of my brainstorming for the poetry I am going to write.

In my quiet moments, I enjoy reading a good book, listening to my favorite slow jam, and drinking my favorite drink, or just sitting with my baby, my first real love.

In my quiet moments, I also enjoy listening to the sounds of nature, enjoying the cool breeze as it flows through the trees in the afternoon.

Quiet moments reading the Word is very important to me. It is when I am all alone with God. It is when I tell Him all of the things that are pressing me. It is then that I renew myself to feel again.

Quiet moments is the only time I can really hear myself think. I can focus on myself and what I want to do in my life. I always look back over my life and see how far I have come, how blessed I am. I count my blessings and thank God for them all.

Quiet moments are rare for me, so when I have a chance to have a quiet moment alone, I seize it and run with it.

My quiet moments are mine and mine alone. What about your quiet moments, are they just yours? You decide. ©2021

FROM HIM TO ME

He gave it to me. No one can take it. Through Revelation His Spirit speaks through me. His hands touch me. His eyes see me. His arms open wide reaches out for me; to me. His smile is for me; to me. His music is for me; to me. His heartbeat is for me; to me. My mansion is for me; to me; from Him; waiting in heaven for me.

From Him my breath; His breath I breathe. Inhale; exhale awake; to sleep; to die; to rise again; this life to lose; my prize to win. The race to run; lessons learned; from Him to me.

His life laid down with a thorny crown where gold would be. From me to Him my crown to give. To lay it at His feet; His nail pierced feet for you and me to be free; that we may be with Him in eternity.

To live, to love, to give; who gave away His life for me; from Him to us; forever; for always; to speak through us.

From Him to us His love He gave; came down from heaven; to the cradle; to the cross; to the grave; three days raised, couldn’t hold Him, couldn’t make Him stay.

Ascended into heaven before their very eyes; yes, it hurt to see Him go, but in heaven watching from the sky.

Seen by some after He raised up from tha grips of death, the cold tomb where He laid. Angels sat dressed in bright white, spoke, He’s not here, He’s risen. Why do you seek the living among the dead?

Messed up their heads, some filled with dread; no faith; no belief; filled with doubt that He’s alive; not without understanding, but who’s standin‘ up for Him? He laid down for us; didn’t complain, didn’t run, beat all night; spat upon, mocked to scorn, rediculed. All embraced, taken to heart, but us He forgave. Will we forgive? Will we love like Him? Will we hold on to hate? Did He? The answer is NO!

From the cross, His last sermon preached, the world shook; graves opened to hear what He had to say. Love speaks. Forgiveness releases hates power. Blood shed for us; took up His cross and carried it for us.

Up that long dusty road to settle it once and for all; to kill sin and death that we may rise in the resurrection when He returns again.

To make everything right again. From Him to us; for us; His love reached out to us even at the cross; even now. Close your eyes and see Him stand up and open up His arms for you. He’s waiting. Don’t let fear, and the past stop you from running to Jesus. Amen. ©2021

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