Child of the Light I am a child of the light that's lost its way and now I am trying to swim back to my source. No matter what I will not be swayed by the changing times. I will stand my ground fight ugly on this mound and get my light from where darkness abounds. I am a child of the light so I must shine bright for others too are lost and they must be found. They too must make it back to the place where there is no lack and happiness and laughter abound.
Category: Poetry Corner
Life
Life You don't need things to enjoy life- you need life to enjoy things (Myles Munroe) Why worry as if you have no life in you? You are rich because you have life. Why be sad and be confused? You know what you must do look for the answers theyhave been locked inside of you. Why stare in dismay and not pray? Once you say what you must say then do what you must do real dreams do come through. Life offers so much take your pieace
Courage Counts
Courage Counts Everyday to the grave go obscure great men and women. Weighed down by fear and timidity their greatness buried before their bones hit dirt. The shadows lament untried dreams and aborted first attempts. like a seed yet to germinate their potential lay asleep for more than half a century never to be woken with the kiss of consent. Paralysed by all the what ifs they never knew the joy to rise from the ashes. And so they remained as if they never were. And truly they and all they were remain frozen at a forgotten cliff.
Harvesting In Crisis
Harvesting In Crisis Are you in a crisis or are you in a harvest? Your crisis can be somebody's harvest. What you did will expose you. Did you keep the faith set a good foundation? Hard Times are here, They come to expose you. They will tell you the truth, reveal the true you. What will you see in your mirror? Do you see strength or Do you see waste? Will you make it through, last long enough, so you and all you do may gather for the harvest?
Never Too Much
Never Too Much You can never have too much Patience. Can you? You can never tire of love? Will you? You can never get sick of peace Grow frustrated by it? You can never be too kind. Throw up at the thought of it? Have too much self-control. Can it make you sick? You can never have too much of the good things. and the good things can revive you like a living spring.
No Excuses
No Excuses Are you at the edge trying to get into the healing pool? You have tried to tip over But there remained unmoved. Have angels stired the waters for you to make then holy? But still felt trapped by your circumstance? I am sure you have wondered why you must linger and suffer while everyone else jumps in before you. Did you try rolling over? Try getting closer one inch at a time each day? Or are you stuck with your excuses that block your blessings stops you from making it in? Has time been robbed from you because you hesitate? Do not fear take up your bed and be of good cheer. You will be restored and realigned. You will get back your time.
The Power of the Tongue
The Power of the Tongue Words thrown carelessly across the front page cut so deeply it reaches vital veins. Puffed up arrogance can only relate in disdain. You grow tall or short depending on the blessing or curse uttered flippantly to your face. Words can hurt words can kill. She spews her truth god complex her words digs her own grave her power made impotent by falsehood uttered in a rage of hurt and torment. Words can hurt words can kill. I fight the battle uphill to reach my way to the top so that I can grab and come back with the words that will combat those sharp knives uttered outside the vortex of time. Words can hurt words can kill Sticks and stone can break your bones but words cut much deeper. They rob your soul of joy untold and makes a rich life so much cheaper. Words can hurt words can kill. Or do they just kill?
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