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.
Tag: poetry appreciation
In Pursuit
In Pursuit In pursuit I chased but In got disengaged from the ordering of my mind. I looked for a sign it did not come so my sign I made But ended up dismayed When my sign led to a dead end. I ran and ran then ran some more to find a home secure but instead I ran through an open door and ended up on a desolate moore! Then from the corner of my eye now here's my sign though I but look here it was a big black fly! So now I roam far from home my pursuit now quite noisome.
This Thorne
This Thorn It is perfect This thorne in my side at first I denied to smile Through this thorn in my eyes. The wait is long now I cannot see my hope grew strong. So to God I sing a new song Now I know where I belong. Since I surrendered I can sense this great love the plans I had for me no longer convinces me Now it is His great plan that qualifies me.
Portrait of a Queen
Portrait of a Queen There is power in her, black strong and true. Framed in sunshine, a masterpiece from paradise - Eden's golden child. Protected by the sword she roams in elegance. A natural queen. The Nubian queen. There is peace concealed in those loving eyes. A smile that tells you - "It's okay to thrive". She stretches hereself reaches tall enough to touch you where you are so you too can shine like a star. Now watch her shine in a beauty that is so divine.
Freedom
Freedom What does any of us know about freedom? Have you felt high knowing no fear. You walk down the road with steps light like the air. Have you felt the wind sweep you along. Knowing worldly cares do not belong where you are. Freedom is the treasure when you have nothing, owe no one and belong to no doctrine. Freedom is a fat camel that glides through the needle's eye: unbothered unprepared but unencumbered by Life's cares. Freedom is losing it all but knowing finally you have gained your soul by breaking through life's prison walls.
Blessed Life
Blessed Life Everything worthwhile is up hill and the Son shines there the brightest. A blessed life gives life, abundantly, continually, without fail. A blessed life lets you follow a stream of comfort when you are low and makes your faith grow and grow. It lets you leave the darkness behind to follow the light. It takes you from the end and brings you to a newness you could never comprehend, unless you had seen it. Your problem meets your best life, with your blessed life, cries with joy and surrenders all. At the core is the source of all life and whatever you lose will come right back to you. That is a blessed life.
Wait
Wait Now wait. Wait, wait the livelong day, the steps may be shorter here and you may fall. you may be tired but wait. it's hard when the way is cloudy and everything seems in vain, wait. The waiting is hard but wait. You move premature grab at straws, fall, into detours that make you obscure. Wait, and while you wait, pray.
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