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.

What a beautiful day it would be.
When we are called up yonder.  
Where pain, sorrow and hardship.
Will no longer ware us down.
A day of great rejoicing, this will be.
As with the angels we shall dance.

Through the night I did slumber.
As over me He did watch.
Morning has broken,
A new day ahead.
Come hell o high water, through it I will get.

Many would integrate who is she.
What does she know has she been there.
But roads are many, and each has a different tale to tell.
How would I relate to a mom who has a down syndrome child, or a child who is swiftly taken away, without fulfilling their days.
So wisdom is required in what we
Say .
So many a roads I have trudged already.
Not just the talk , but the walk I've done.
So when I reach out too many.
It is with love and care.
Too build a new future, for the coming generations.

I love the pitter, patter of the rain 🌧️.
As it so gently filters down.
Pitter, patter.
Pitter, patter.
A sound as music to the ear's

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

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.

The God of Truth and Power.
What a powerful saying, The God  of Truth and Power,
We see the goodness of God revealed into our daily lives.
Our Father who  from the very beginning of time chose each and every one of us for ,,
His Divine Purpose. To love us.
Ye who breathed the very breath of life  into each and every one of us, who hears the very sound of our heartbeat, and wipes away every tear.
This Majestic God we serve.
Ye who is our Councilor,Our Healer, Our Redeemer, The Rock of Our Salvation and the very foundation on which we were built.
When life seems to have no meaning, and the world is  collapsing around, when the storms are raging, the winds howling, the seas pounding the rocks with such force.
Our bodies bruised and battered from being tossed too and fro , and the purpose of life washed away by currents of turmoil.
When all seems to be lost, a life line is released as this Mighty Get whom we serve becomes the anchor in our storm.This Beautiful, Wonderful and never failing God sends.forth His.Word to comfort us.
The sun will not smite  thee   by day nor the moon by night, I  am your strength and your refuge, your strong  tower and the pillar that holds you up.
I will never leave you nor forsake you I will be with you till the end of time
He then lifts you up as He whispers, My Child , My Child  I am with you.

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

Time passes by.
Day and Night.
Day and Night.
Seasons come and Seasons go.
Was your dreams put into flight.
Or do they just lay dormant.
So a day, as such as this.
Rise to the occasion.
And put your dreams into flight 🛫.

Oh winter, how you have shattered my bones.
Your grip was cruel, your grip was icy.
And warmth i could not feel.
Time has flown so quick, and August now has come.
So I bid you farewell dear winter.
As you move on, to find another grip.

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.

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

Our life's are but a fleeting breath.
Washed away by the tides of life 🧬.

Wisdom cries out to Dignity There is a great bewailing upon the mountain tops,as wisdom cries out to Dignity, have you no shame.Can you not feel the pain of women or is it your face the other way you did turn.Oh wretched humanity, how could you commit such a heinous crime.Crawling she has not mastered , her first step never taken and barely could she scream out stop, as you your own way did have. I wonder if she will ever smile, or will this scar be embedded so deep that her beauty shall never be seen.A mother sits at the window, awaiting the return of her little girl,to the shop I did send her, I wander why she  tarries so.As second's turn to  minutes  and an hour now gone by and no word of her has come.Her heart a racing, filled with dread,as these words echo from deep within.**** , slavery death like a  raging sea that can not be stilled.A mother's plea,a whispered pray,as memories of her little girl floods her mind.The morning air is broken,as sirens are heard from afar.A woman bruised and battered from just one blow too many. A bed of roses, has now become a bed of thorns.Pillows soaked with tears as this has become her daily bread.Scorn, shame, pain and reproach has finally taken its toil, as she cries out, death oh death why do you linger so, of this no more can I take.My heart is broken, my spirit weakened , let me sleep a sleep of no return that I may not see tomorrow.So once again there is a great bewailing,as Wisdom cries out to Dignity.Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an overflowing stream.

Shadows.
Shadows are the things around ,as darkness mounts itself.
It hides in every corner to pounce upon the weak.
It has no shame or dignity in taking what is not his.
A silent laugh is what we hear, as just another one he claims.
When the light came , he was told to flee, but just look at how he exalts himself, believing he has it all.
But come awaken you who has the light, and let us fight this fight.
Let us array ourselves with armour and meet him on the battle fields, come you who are called, and let us shout , of you no more will we have.
Enough of you, enough have we had, so we tell you darkness flee.
The light has brought us victory and this is.ours to keep.


When troubles come upon us, we know it is just for a little while,as through the tunnel we shall sunder till we see the light.
To God be the glory.

I wandered lonely as a cloud.
That floats on high,of vales and hills.
When all at once I saw a crowd.
A host of golden daffodils.
Besides the lake, beneath the tree's.
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

By  William Wordsworth.

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

If tomorrow was silenced.
Where would we be.
Floating in space .
And nowhere to go.

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.

Make your yes a yes.
Make your no a no.
Do not be side tracked.
But stand your ground.

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 🌅.

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.

There is always two sides to a coin.
And I believe that some, time or another.
We are witnesses to this.
In the work place, and church, blushes are received.
As praises go up.
Soon the visage is removed as home time is it.
Home time, oh home time.
Now I can let my guard down.
The monster within, can no longer be contained.
As fury is unleashed, in the home with full force.
Breaking and breaking the one's that he loves.

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.

Hush me to sleep my tender man.
As whisperes of love, trickle through my ears.
Hum me a lullaby, as gentle as the morning dew.
Cradled in your arms, is where I want to be.
Your tender touch, your warm embrace.
Is like lather 🧼 to my skin.
Oh my dear tender man.
In wonderland I am.
Caressed by your tenderness.
Is like music to my soul

In the darkness of night.
Ink flows a silent delight.
Quill scratches, whisper's low.
As words pour forth, secrets grow.

Sighs of sorrow, joy and pain.
Etched deep within, every page.
Stories born as emotion's flow.

In the stillness ink's, voice whisper's.
Tales of love, of dreams on fire 🔥.
A midnight sigh,a heartfelt cry.
Ink's darkness, words touch sky.

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.

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

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.

Are we tired, of chasing pretty rainbows 🌈.
Are we tired of spinning round and round.
So  a day as such as this,we will not chase.
But obtain everything, that we desire.
As we hold hands.
With our Maker.

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 😅.

Today is today.
Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow is not known.
But a fleeting moment captured.
Fills the heart with joy.

Love is a symbol.
When two hearts entwine.
A ring a token.
And not to be replaced.

Jesus did not come into the world to condemn it.
But through Him the world may be saved.
Therefore there is no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.
J  E  S  U  S

Jehovah.

Everlasting.

Father.

Unto.

Salvation.

Let us sit down and reason
Which is more destructive.
Love or Hate.
Love turned to hate, weaves a pathway of destruction.
But on the other hand.
Hate turned around.
Brings restoration.

Time is like shifting sand.
Shifting and shifting.
Till there's no where to shift.

With gentle hands,He shapes us each day.
Vessels of gold, silver, bronze and clay.
Making, breaking , molding and refining each day.
Handled with care as He crafts us each day.

Walk as Christ Did.
The grass rises, the petals fall to the ground and the  flowers fade away.
But the enduring word of our Dear Lord will never lose its power
Our life's are but a passing moment and soon we too will fade away.
The young the old, the rich the poor, but our fate is all the same.
We will die.
So let us learn to number our days, as if this will be our last.
Awaken with a smile upon your face,as you carry it through the day.
Never would you have known, the impact it might have had to brighten someone's day.
As the dew destills and falls upon the ground.
So  too let your words be wholesome and flavoured with love
To give hope and courage, to the weak and weary, as their feeble hands hang  down.
Be gentle, be kind, be full of compassion.
So the.light that is within you may draw others to your side.
Be a good listener an attentive to the cry of those around.
Humble yourself.
Build and don't break, always lifting  others higher as in humility you do walk.
Young  one's respect your elders, so a blessing may follow you.
Walk the Walk.
Do not talk the talk.
But walk as Christ did Walk.
A beacon of light, that shines in the darkness.
To bring hope to a lost and a dying world.

In the vastness of space, I find my nest,
A world away from noise, where I can rest.
Comfort wraps around me, like a gentle breeze,
As I soar through stars, my soul at ease.

Lost in the cosmos, I find my way,
Free from the world's din, in a celestial bay.
Thoughts unfold like nebulae, expansive and wide,
As I dance among planets, my spirit inside.

In this weightless realm, I spread my wings,
Unfettered by bounds, my heart sings.
The universe's silence, a symphony divine,
Echoes my heartbeat, a rhythm so fine.

Here, I'm untethered, free to roam,
In the infinite expanse, my spirit's home.
No noise can reach me, no worries can cling,
In space's vast comfort, my soul takes wings.

Our life's lay in the balance.
Not knowing the day or hour.
So let's live a life, of joy and bliss.
No matter how hard the battles.

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.

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.

We are strong.
We are resilient.
We are women of valour.
We are highly favoured.
Fairer than ten thousand.
We brought forth the church.
We are unique, wonderful and beautifully designed.
This is who we are.

Or how magnificent, and arched is your glorious sight.
A beauty to see,as you light up our way.
Colourful and proud you stand above us all.
To remind us that, we are just clay.
If not for your covenant where would we be.
So Glorious 🌈 Rainbows continue to reign.

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.

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

Two can not walk together,if they are not in agreement.
Holding on is painful.
As you beat yourself to death.
So let us do some rearranging .
Throwing out the baggage that holds us down.
Rising above the situation.
Dispersing of that.
Which holds us bound.
A new lifeline.
Free to love, free to laugh and free to just be yourself.

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

The Beholder gazes down from above.
As He admires His crafted ones.
Each a different brand and make.
And personalities to.
I'm sure He has a laugh or two.
As He watches them at play.