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.

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.

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.

I'm just that pawn, you never noticed.

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.

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 😅.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

Let not our hearts be troubled, as we wait upon the Lord.
Help us not to stumble,in case we fail to rise.
Help us not to exalt ourselves, lest we be taken down.
Help us not to remove  our eyes from you,
Lest You turn your face the other way.
Help us not to close our ears, lest from you we do not hear.
Help us to know our sins, that righteousness we do not esteem as our own.
Help us always to see the needs of others, so we may give a lending hand.
Help us not to faulter
but to seek you while you may be found.
Turn not Your back from us because it is your pity we require.
Do not harden Your heart against us because sheoul is not a place we  seek.
But make us now a written  letter and place us in Your heart.
Seal us with Your signet ring and in there will I abide.

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 🌅.

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.

Keep me under the Shadow of your Wings
Summer comes and Summer the goes.
Winter comes and Winter goes.
But the enduring Word of our God shall never pass away.
Summer comes the flowers begin to bloom.
Birds return from their legthy flight, children laughing and playing in the street.
The awesome sight of a daffodil in bloom.
Peach tree's arrayed with blossoms of pink.
As the yesterday and forever tree, set's off a fragrance that fills the air.
Stealthily creeps the sun up from the east.
A magnificent sight is this to see, as she moves further and further into the deep blue sky.
As I look upon these wondrous works,my heart begins to jump in leaps and bounds.
As my soul magnifies our dear King.

Darkness rise's,it invades,it forces.
Pushing, Pushing as it tries to dispell the light.
No invitation did he have.
He just became the unsuspecting guest.
Trying to destroy what was not his.
But we have the victory.
Light has the power to dispell darkness.
And this is our victory.
The power and the victory is ours.
As we give a victory shout.
Darkness you have no power.
So we command you to flee.
Now come let you and I, gather together.
As we beckon the light to come.
Light of the world.
Light of the world.
Please
Come
In
And
Stay.

Life is not just a number.
But a journey we all have to take.
No man knows the day, time or hour, when we will be called to rest.
So let's live peaceable with all men, cherishing every day.
Leaving a legacy of peace, love and joy.
So the world could be a better place.

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

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

Touch me.
Hold me
Tell me that you love 💕 me.
And I will melt into your arms

Love is the essence of our very being.
Not the outer form.
But the inner call.
Love is kind.
Love is patient.
Love is slow to anger.
And love does not boast.
It flows like a river, bringing healing to the lost and the lonely.

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.

Touching people.
Mending hearts.
Reaching out.
Giving hope.

It is better to be loved.
Than never have being.loved  at all
A leap of faith.
Could turn the tables around.

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

The beauty of music is a lulling sound.
Bring joy to a broken and downcast soul.
Drifting and Drifting as you are drawn in.
Drifting to a place, that brings peace for a while.

A new day has broken.
Filled with wonders and awes.
Let us rejoice.
Because this is our all.

A new day dawn's.
My heart is ablaze.
I've made it.
I've made it.
I'm still here.

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.