Pure Faith I stand on a mountain covered compeltely. Unable to see I stand still waiting watching, for God's degree. I don't know what is ahead but I know what I left behind: a tratious mob shouting for my decline, masked transient beings who seem true and real until you check your progress and realise they were always a part of your ordeals. So here I have come to see what I will become when I step off the edge, die to fear and live in pure faith.
Tag: Jamaican poetry
Grace Untold
Grace Untold I was trapped in hell a decade now, did you not know? There, the demented fire licked at chasm wounds tore at softened bones melting like the liquid lava river I passed by. As I clawed my way out across cracked desert floors, I lost a few things but I got back my soul. From that treacherous escape to the light I had to wrestle, and defeated the demons of the night. On shredded legs I ran like a lightning bolt thanking God. One day perhaps, when I have gotten old I will find the words to write of victory won and grace untold.
The Gratitude Journal
The Gratitude Journal I want to say I'm grateful, for this life for my many things for my many friends and for my many family true? But also, a slow Sunday afternoon sunlight glistening on dark and rich skin life breathe flowing in and out eyes to see nose to smell a shelter where I can dwell... And, sadness that brings joy sun to chase away the storms ignorance that births wisdom mistakes and failures that nip me awake and escape the destruction that awaits just around the corner... Most of all, I thank God for the gift of gratitude that rewards with beatitudes.
Peace
Peace Like an avenging angel from the east, bright blue light streaks across the evening sky. It comes unanounced unforseen and discreet to spread a blanket of comforting signs. No place is too far, deep, high or wide that it cannot reach, it must tear down diseased despair, Peace: my peace I give to you. So no fear can reach from anxieties you are released, just believe that you have received this gift so precious so vital to your increase.
Foreigner in a Weary Land
Foreigner in a Weary Land I am a foreigner, here on this dirt. I am but a stranger allowed to wander in the desert. among those who are no greater but no less. Love me for what I do not possess no fine things to dazzle and oppress. I misguided left my father's house and have experienced many a droughts. But here I am a stranger still trying to find out what is God's will. You all are mine and I am yours from this time till forever more. Here, I sit upon a rock, and dream and shift seemingly tossed about to drift. Yet all along as I go and come I never forget whence I am from, and to whom I belong.
Mighty One
Mighty One
For Karen Mighty-Byfield
Mighty one.
Powerful and strong.
To this land you belong
For in no one’s box do you stand.
So you must run
To find your wings
And fly to Destiny.
Beautiful one,
You were brave all along
And now you know
That fear taught you your song
No more can you be overrun
By regret so deep
And nightmarish sleep
That aimed at your dreams.
Because now you know
The secret of your hips
As they swish and dip
To your promised destination.
It Feels Good
It Feels Good I remember when I use to dream about heaven What a glorious place it would be. Life was really rough then rejected I could not see the end of the commotion of that life. But now I sit in joy I feel the warmth of my belonging. I have few good friends, true love that will never end and trust me It feels good. That dream is no longer far I don't have to wish upon a star I can sit under this Julie mango tree watch the coconut leaves sway in the evening breeze knowing I have been blessed. And though it still tough, since I never gave up, I live to know each day that life, it feel so good.
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