We are all deemed to go through pain.
The loss of a loved one.
Trial, tribulations and pain, which becomes unbearable to take.
A little here, a little there.
But this is our cross to bear.
But take heart, these things will pass away.
Stand firm, Stand strong. Stand Steadfast,hold on to the word of truth.
That says.
Joy Comes In The Morning 🌅.

I'm lost in a maze.
Trying to find my way out.
I seek for answers.
But none is found.

In every sunrise, a masterpiece unfolds,
A canvas of colors, a story to be told.
The mountains stand tall, a testament to His might,
A reflection of beauty, in the morning light.

In the gentle breeze, a whisper of His voice,
A soothing melody, that brings a sense of choice.
The rivers flow gently, a symphony so fine,
A reflection of God's beauty, in every design.

In the laughter of children, a joy that's pure and bright,
A reflection of God's love, shining with delight.
In the beauty of nature, a story is revealed,
Of a Creator's hand, that crafted and concealed.

In every detail, a work of art divine,
A testament to God's beauty, that's truly sublime.
From the tiniest flower, to the vastness of space,
God's beauty is reflected, in every single place.

Love is a word, a promise made.
But as time passes by, actions betray this very promise.
The mouth is sweet, the hand is bitter, as it leaves a trail of destruction.
Pain becomes one's daily bread, as from deep within a meaning is sought.
Love is kind,love is cruel and sometimes it has a bitter ending.
As walls are trailed with blood unending.

When the storms are raging.
And the winds are howling.
And we are being tossed too and fro.
We need cover.
So we reach out to our Master.
As we say.
Cover Me.
Cover Me.
Under your Shelter.

There is always two sides to a coin.
And I believe that some, time or another.
We are witnesses to this.
In the work place, and church, blushes are received.
As praises go up.
Soon the visage is removed as home time is it.
Home time, oh home time.
Now I can let my guard down.
The monster within, can no longer be contained.
As fury is unleashed, in the home with full force.
Breaking and breaking the one's that he loves.

Calamity is pounding, from inside and out.
As the world continues, hurtling out of control.
Disaster after disaster,as loved ones are lost.
Wars, famine and pestilence,has become the order of the day
Poliations and those in high rank has become scoffers,as they steal from the poor.
Keep your doors shut, Keep your doors
shut, is a cry heard from afar.
As crime and violence , is running rampant,as never before.
Freedom once loved, has become a thing of the past.
As no person is left untouched, with this scathing affair.

What a beautiful day it would be.
When we are called up yonder.  
Where pain, sorrow and hardship.
Will no longer ware us down.
A day of great rejoicing, this will be.
As with the angels we shall dance.

I love the pitter, patter of the rain 🌧️.
As it so gently filters down.
Pitter, patter.
Pitter, patter.
A sound as music to the ear's

One moment in time.
Captured by a photographic lens.
When time stood still.
As the flash went off.
Capturing that very moment.
Which will have a lasting effect.

As my poetry is very diverse.
I'm sure many questions are posed.
Who the hell this woman is.
But on the whole I'm quite a character.
As diversity follows me.

He is our provider.
He is our healer.
He is our strong tower.
He is the rock of our salvation.
He is able.
And He is ever present,in time's of trouble.
So as we gather, as a band of poets.
Let us glorify Him.
Because every talent we own or possess.
Has come from Him.

Count all losses with joy.
Crying over spilled milk.
Can not change the outcome.

Dreaming of a future that may never come.
Dreaming of wealth, that may never be obtained.
Dreaming of that tall, handsome dude ,that will brush you off your feet.
A marriage that's perfect, and children too.
Many of them may, not come too pass.
But it's your dream to hold.
There is no prize put on dreaming.
So come  take a hike, with me into fairyland.
And let us.
Dream.
Dream .
Dream 😅.

With gentle hands,He shapes us each day.
Vessels of gold, silver, bronze and clay.
Making, breaking , molding and refining each day.
Handled with care as He crafts us each day.

Walk as Christ Did.
The grass rises, the petals fall to the ground and the  flowers fade away.
But the enduring word of our Dear Lord will never lose its power
Our life's are but a passing moment and soon we too will fade away.
The young the old, the rich the poor, but our fate is all the same.
We will die.
So let us learn to number our days, as if this will be our last.
Awaken with a smile upon your face,as you carry it through the day.
Never would you have known, the impact it might have had to brighten someone's day.
As the dew destills and falls upon the ground.
So  too let your words be wholesome and flavoured with love
To give hope and courage, to the weak and weary, as their feeble hands hang  down.
Be gentle, be kind, be full of compassion.
So the.light that is within you may draw others to your side.
Be a good listener an attentive to the cry of those around.
Humble yourself.
Build and don't break, always lifting  others higher as in humility you do walk.
Young  one's respect your elders, so a blessing may follow you.
Walk the Walk.
Do not talk the talk.
But walk as Christ did Walk.
A beacon of light, that shines in the darkness.
To bring hope to a lost and a dying world.

Are we tired, of chasing pretty rainbows 🌈.
Are we tired of spinning round and round.
So  a day as such as this,we will not chase.
But obtain everything, that we desire.
As we hold hands.
With our Maker.

Make your yes a yes.
Make your no a no.
Do not be side tracked.
But stand your ground.

We are strong.
We are resilient.
We are women of valour.
We are highly favoured.
Fairer than ten thousand.
We brought forth the church.
We are unique, wonderful and beautifully designed.
This is who we are.

I wandered lonely as a cloud.
That floats on high,of vales and hills.
When all at once I saw a crowd.
A host of golden daffodils.
Besides the lake, beneath the tree's.
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

By  William Wordsworth.

You are beautiful ❤️
You are unique 🤩.
You are highly favoured.
You are wonderful and fearfully made.
You are fairer than ten thousand.
You are Woman.
Embrace your identity.
And lay.your claims.

Or how magnificent, and arched is your glorious sight.
A beauty to see,as you light up our way.
Colourful and proud you stand above us all.
To remind us that, we are just clay.
If not for your covenant where would we be.
So Glorious 🌈 Rainbows continue to reign.

Jesus did not come into the world to condemn it.
But through Him the world may be saved.
Therefore there is no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.
J  E  S  U  S

Jehovah.

Everlasting.

Father.

Unto.

Salvation.

This logo is splattered far and wide.
As youngsters say.
I am who I am.
Because of A,B and C.
I integrate  that holding on isn't good.
As freedom can only be found in letting go.
We speak,we speak and they continue to hold on.
But in my heart of hearts I hope they will understand.
Because they are the future, of generations, too come.

Today is today.
Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow is not known.
But a fleeting moment captured.
Fills the heart with joy.

Sweet sixteen, never being touched and just beginning to blossom.
Is a Sc. Sc. Scary place to be.
As I look upon my grand daughter's typing with such accuracy , that the roving eye can not keep track.
I am fla  fla  flabagasted as this modern technology, as it runs circle's around me.
Come gran, come there is a lesson or two you have to learn.
Touch, Hold,Paste, Send.
Once again gran.
Touch, Hold, Paste, Send.
So at sweet sixteen, there are some things, that are hard to grip.
So patience and perseverance is what I need.
To get a grip of this modern and ever changing world.

Hope is our daily bread.
As we know not what tomorrow holds.
Let's fill it with laughter.
And time well spent.

The  Earth is tottering around, like a drunken man.
Yielding to nothing, raging a force of destruction,
As earth quakes, fires, floods and tsunamis continue to run a rampant path.
As it continues on it's path of destruction, no age, gender or status is required.
It is taking whom it will.
Cries are heard from afar, as they raise their strength, and say you are mine.
The Earth is completely hurtling out of control, and no man has the power to stop it.
But let us just pause for a moment.
And consider this.
We were given dominion to take care of it.
Did we.
As man's knowledge increased, filled with power and greed, he thought he owned the Earth.
But little did he know he was just the care taker.
It was not his
Taking away the very oxygen we breath,as he cut down tree 🎄 after tree.
Smog, pollution and other elements rising high as greed pushed man on.
Fame was the game.
Now let us reason together.
Who is too be blamed.
Now we are suffering the punishment.
As the Earth cries out, come, come .
You are mine.

In the vastness of space, I find my nest,
A world away from noise, where I can rest.
Comfort wraps around me, like a gentle breeze,
As I soar through stars, my soul at ease.

Lost in the cosmos, I find my way,
Free from the world's din, in a celestial bay.
Thoughts unfold like nebulae, expansive and wide,
As I dance among planets, my spirit inside.

In this weightless realm, I spread my wings,
Unfettered by bounds, my heart sings.
The universe's silence, a symphony divine,
Echoes my heartbeat, a rhythm so fine.

Here, I'm untethered, free to roam,
In the infinite expanse, my spirit's home.
No noise can reach me, no worries can cling,
In space's vast comfort, my soul takes wings.

Many seek to be part of the crowd.
Changes they make.
To just fit in.
But as time passes by.
And the music begins to fade.
Once again you find.
That you all alone.

A time of refuge.
A time of rest.
A time to gather your self.
From those voices that echo out.
Not to build, but to break.
This is your privilege.
You have earned it.
Enter in,lose yourself, fade away,drift into the calm oceans.
As it takes effect, wrap your self into this space.
It's your's.
It's your's.
And you have a right to be there.

Dear native regions ,I foretell.
From what I feel at this farewell.
That where so ever my steps may tend.
And where so ever, my course shall end.
If in that hour a single tie.
Survive of local sympathy.
My sons will cast, the backward view
The longing look on you alone

Come on ladies.
This is woman's month.
Not to show our *******.
But to feel the pain of others.

Have you ever considered how important you are.
Workmanship of the Creator,
And highly esteemed.
Step out of your  door and take a look around.
Take a trip to whichever part of the earth, your heart desires.
Take a step outside again.
Look around.
You are in a circle ⭕ , where ever you are.
You.
You.
You.
And you alone is in the center
And that's how important you are.
You are the apple 🍎 of His eye.

I lost a penny, I lost a penny.
Did you find it.
Yes I did.
Yes I did.
A penny for your thoughts.

As the deer pant eth, for the water, so my soul pant eth after thee.
Who can we liken our journey unto.
But that of a deer.
As winter rears its ugly head.
The deer knows,it is for greener pastures it has to seek.
The journey a long and treacherous one.
But it has too be done.
Danger lurking every where,as wild beasts wait, to pounce upon their prey.
The elements of nature, pounding down as they encounter.
Torrents of rain.
Storms unleashing their full fury.
And the blisteringly sun, beating down in full force.
The search for water is drastic.
As they know not where the next water  supply will come.
Many not making this journey, as they are taken out.
So too is this our journey.
Sometimes we experience, four seasons in one month.
As we are been hit, right .left and center.
The full fury of the Titans, bashing us to pieces, as it is unleashed with such full force.
Trials from inside and out.
Pain, sorrow and loneliness.filling our very being.
But a journey that has to be done.
And as the deer pant eth for the water.
So do we.
Searching for a well,to fill us up.
So that we do not grow weary, nor faint.
As this is a journey.
We all must make.

I awake to a life full of pain.
Destruction seems to follow my every step.
Shame and scorn, my daily bread.
But hope is what I hold on to.
As I not, what my tomorrow holds.

Bounce.
Bounce.
And bounce again.
Stop 🛑.
Breathe 🫁.
Let's begin again.
Bounce,   Bounce.
As hard as you can.
Hooray, the ball has returned.
Like putty in my hands
Like emotion's I've found them, too rise and fall
Finding  new shape, beneath open skies.
Each bounce a lesson, each fall a release,
Til Silence return's, and I breath.
In out.    In out.
Till peace I do find.

The Beholder gazes down from above.
As He admires His crafted ones.
Each a different brand and make.
And personalities to.
I'm sure He has a laugh or two.
As He watches them at play.

The leach is never satisfied.
Until it's drained you of all blood.
******* you dry.
As it says.
Give, Give, Give.

Marriage is not rosy red 🍒.
As it comes with lumps and bumps.
But it is a binding force.
That should be held with poise.

He fills us daily.
The young the old.
The rich and the poor.
The just and the unjust.
The very air, we daily breath.
He  supplies.
The very blood that runs, through our veins.
If every drop of blood is taken out.
Will we live.
No.
The high content of water, that our bodies have.
To preserve the body, from decay.
He is our daily source.
He is our all.
So let us cling unto, our source.
Because our lives are in His hands.

The sun,look how he boasts.
As he rises from the East.
A burning ball of fire, emitting sunshine to Gods people.
The moon with it's hazy look, to give light to the night
The star's a brilliant sight,as they display their glory.
And what of our dear Earth.
The grass so green, the trees so tall.
As they dance to the breeze.
The roses, the daffodils,lilies and flowers unnamed, filling the earth with colours.
Colours of brilliance, that captures the eye.
Herbs , and vegetables of all  kinds springing forth.
To feed a hungry man.
Do we ever take time to stop.
Think.
Look.
And appreciate.
The beauty of creation.
Or do  our eyes remain blinded.
Let's let go of our routine.
Wake up.
Eat.
Work.
Sleep.
And take time out to smell the roses

Daily we are on the cutting ✂️ board 🛹.
Waiting to be sliced.
Some so deep, that the pain rings,out afar.
Some just surface deep, but has a cutting edge.
Now what is the conclusion to this.
Do we lay down and say.
Die.
Or do we rise up in victory.
As we give a shout.
Hooray,  Hooray.
I have won.
Standing Tall.
Standing Strong.
As in victory we rise.