I know with out a shadow of a doubt.
That joy comes in the morning 🌄.
So I stand firm.
Knowing that He holds my hand.
And He is more than able.
To destroy those giants.
That holds us bound.

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.

A commandment is an order.
And one has to follow.
Because with out order.
Chaos will follow.

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

Arise.
Arise I say Arise.
The night is well spent,as a new day breaks forth.
I take my first breath,I open my eyes,lift my hand and stretch my feet.
In awe I lay as I watch the sun stealthily creeping up from the East.
Shining forth as a ball of fire, as it emits off rays afar.
The heavens so vast arrayed with clouds of grey, white and blue.
It's funny how they seem to change in shape as they move across the sky.
Sometimes I could swear it was the  shape of a lion,a bird or a man I saw, as the images soon fade away.
I take my first steps, open the door as a gentle breeze upon my cheeks I feel.
I look upon the tree's, and all that I see, and stand in awe of the works, of our Great King.
I close my eyes as I say a prayer.
Thank you Dear Lord, that I could arise too see another day.
I open my eyes, a smile upon my face, as my heart grips the awesomeness of our Great King.

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.

It's you.
It's you.
It's you.
The constant words that echo out when the fire is raging.
But come let's just take a deeper look.
Was it really him.
Was it really her.
Or was it me.
Defining one's self is very hard to do.
So the word you, will remain our battle cry.
Until you have lost it all.
OOPS.
Too late.

When paging through lifes journey.
What do we see.
Ticks or crosses.
Let's begin the count, one two, three.
For every cross we see.
It was just another blank.
Of goals we did not reach.
Or missions we did not fulfill.
So today a day as such as this.
Let's counteract, the blanks.
Filling every page, with visions, dreams and heartfelt cries.
As they come, to life on the pages.

Ask and you shall be given.
Seek and you will find.
Treasure's are not found in heaven.
But in a heart, that truly seeks.

Where the earth passes between the sun.
The moon casting a reddish orange glow.
On the 7th and 8th there will be a total eclipse of the moon.
The allighning was in April.
This advent can only be seen in,
Australia, Africa, Asia and Europe.
For approximately 1hr22 minutes.

Let's not carry our burdens on our shoulders.
Or is it our sleeve,as if to say.
But let us hand them over to Jesus.
And see what He can do.

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.

Once I was forlorn.
Lost and alone.
Then I found Jesus.
And He changed my life 🧬.

I'm just that pawn, you never noticed.

Have you not heard.
Well come gather together, and let me tell you.
The Word says.
We shall have life.
And life more abundant.
Did you hear abundant.
This is your claim.
So live and do not die.
Fulfill your desires.
Fulfill your wishes.
Fulfill your dreams.
Reach for the stars ⭐.
Climb a mountain or two.
Swim the deepest ocean 🌊.
So at the end of time.
Your saying  will go.
Regrets I have none.
I have lived my life.
And a life .
Fulfilled.

How amazing, is the beauty of a rainbow 🌈.

In a world full of  chaos, strive and pain
The best thing to do.
Is stay in your lane.

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.

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.

Not for a, pound, not for a penny.
But my dancing shoes .
Give me an invite.
And I will dance the night away.
Swaying too the rhythm as a bird in flight.
Give me an invite.
And I will be your dancing queen.

I'm your dismissal.
Because you think I'm dumb.
But little do , you know.
I have one up on you.

There is a distant land.
A promise to all.
Where the joy bells are ringing
When we all come to rest.

Life seems to be a winding road.
Ups ,downs ,curves and twisting roads.
Driving you further and further, into a land of no return.

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.

Doubt is like a trailblazer, when set into flight.
A seed once planted, has now become your plight.

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 😅.

I'm drifting, I'm drifting, on a slow boat ⛵.
Seeking for a homeland, in water wonderland.
As this vast deep ocean, cushions and cuddles me away.
Drifting and drifting on its cast blue domain.

Echoes of sorrow, of days gone by.

In hollow halls of memory, I wander alone,
Shadows dance upon the walls, my heart a stone.
The wind whispers secrets, of love and loss and pain,
Echoes of sorrow, that refuse to wane.

The stars above, a distant hum,
A melancholy tune, that's never done.
In this desolate landscape, I search for peace,
A fleeting calm, a moment's release.

Tears fall like rain, upon the ground,
As I mourn the loss, of love unbound.
In this darkness, I find my way,
Through the shadows, to a brand new day.

If I am empty.
How can I fill.
So mend me.
Make me.
So I can fill again.

Oh the beauty of love ❤️.
Captured in a moment.
By just one glance.
His eyes so gentle,as he lulls you away.
Then one touch, oh just one touch.
That sends tingles, down your spine.
His voice like a melody, ringing in your ears.
Soon everything is lost.
As it becomes full blown love 💞.

There is a constant cry, from many.
When  cups, run dry and they are empty.
Fill me.
Fill me.
Is a silent plea, as trials are many.
Fears seemed to overflow,as unto a river.
So there is a constant cry from many.
As the cry goes out
Fill me.
Fill me.
Until I overflow,

Fill me up.
Fill me up
Pour me out.
Pour me out.
As others drink off me.

Why oh why should we get the flu.
Can that bug, just not stay away.
That scratchy throat,a body on fire.
As you retreat deeper and deeper under the covers.
Leave me alone, leave me alone is your cries to others.
As you scream, too the bug.
Just leave me alone.

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

I walk,I walk, I walk.
I talk, I talk, I talk.
I sing because, I'm happy.
I dance because, I'm free.

Freedom is when one is in flight 🛫.
Soaring to heights.
Beyond one's reach.

Freedom is found, in the stillness of the morning.
When the world is at rest.
Freedom is that gentle breeze.
That brushes upon your cheeks.
Freedom is the gentle rain.
That brings one peace of mind.
Freedom is when love is spread.
To join the world 🌍 as one.

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.

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.

I seem to be on a rollercoaster.
No sooner have i said peace.
And here comes the upheaval.
How long, how long.
I don't think I'll find an answer.
But hey look at me,
I'm still here.
Jotting my thoughts down on a paper.

We are all just a heartbeat away.
Seeking for joy, love ,peace and happiness.

If you break my heart.
Will you mend it.
Will you wipe away the many tears.
That I shed for only you.
Will you replace the light that shone forth.
As my eyes lingered only on you.
Will you fix this broken vessel.
That was perfect when you met it.
Or will you walk away.
And say, let's just call it a day

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.

This home is not our dwelling place.
We are all just a passing through.
Come snow,rain or sunshine.
It is ours to weather through.
So let us be courageous.
Standing,tall and strong.
As we weather through them all.
Knowing we are not alone.
Stand Tall.
Stand Strong.
Be courageous.
Live in victory.
And never let go.

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

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.

Humility is not found, in bowing down.
Or refusing to face, the truth.
But it's found in self sacrifice.
As you see the plight, of others.

I Give.
I Give.
I Give.
Then I'm bruised, battered and backlashed.
And I have no more to give.

Imagination like a fire set alight and can not be stopped.
All things ever created comes into motion as by faith we believe it can be done.
I speak as a man. Why then do we contain our god.
Just imagine a speck in space where there is nothing.
In it was an all knowing hearing and seeing god who's imagination was moved as colors shape's and sizes flowed through his mind  from the grass to the flowers to the trees .
The birds of the sky the fish of the sea the beast of the field and you and I.
As it could not be contained it burst open as the universe expanded bringing everything into existence for God pleasure so that he could look upon all his creation as we are all contained in him.
As all things were made by him through him in him and for him and nothing  was made  that was made without him.
A circle within a circle .
And wherever we are in this circle we are in the centre and the apple of god's eye.