Do you hear Me…
Are you There…
Are you real or just a Dream…
Do know my name or do you treat us just the Same…
Do you really desire a Relationship
Are you trying to see how far you Get
Since I am fearfully and wonderfully Made
Unique and Created by Design
You can’t drop those empty Words
Hoping to reap behold treasures
She is a Priceless Queen
You may know my Name
That doesn’t mean you Know Me
Seek my Father,
Know my Heart
Only By the Spirit
Falling, falling, falling Down
This Static in my head, is not magic
It’s like someone changed the Station
Attempting to grab onto the metal Bar
There are too many, they keep moving, the Station keeps Changing
Sounds distorted, What is this Taste
Oh No…A fuzzy Screen gone Blank
Loud voices, many Faces Staring
Gentle Hands, Angels Sent
Kneel just in Time, to Keep You from Falling
Helping, Landing You Safety on the Floor
The Floor is cold, yet there is a Warmth
How wonderful behold Bright Lights Shining All Around
Lights so Bright, they Dim the Lights
Resting in Peaceful Blest
Grateful for Loving Care
In His Arms
Thank You Lord
Sworn to Secrecy…
Tell no one…
The Wedding Ceremony is special, her new life has began.
After much training the day has finally come. She is now the Bride of Jesus.
Her Ring Symbolizes the Covenant.
She made a Vow to God, her body has been dedicated unto Him.
Powerful of men tempted by flesh in the heat of the moment violating Trust.
You can hear the cries of the young boys and girls, being tricked while in the Orphanage Home Care.
Darks shadows want Stop!
The women scream, it’s such a Disgrace. Why are you touching Me, in this Way.
I’m hurt, cast down? I’ve been stripped God, this is not You.
She’s given birth to babies unseen, now Sworn to Secrecy.
Corrupt generation of Vipers behind your shiny Cloaks.
You take an Oath, a Vow to care and protect the Sheep.
Will you drop… Will you Stop…
Will they pull you out, with the rope tied upon thou Waist.
What shall the Head Man do to Bring Order.
To Save Another, Child, a Mother or Sister from being Sexually Abused.
Written for February 5, 2019 Writing Prompt: Describe about a recent world event without saying what the event actually was.
We are dawning on the new day,
Setting the pace for the year ahead.
As our pens leak, with so much grace and power, we can be the Voices of Those Unheard.
The words we write will Breathe Life into Literacy. Stirring up new life, dreams of not seen imagination of teachers, parents, students, people everywhere to read more.
Bring in those hues of colors like no others. Those imaginative friends come marching in with fresh ideas, creativity and passion.
Teachers are singing, some are screaming, excitement feels the air. Students are eager, sounds are pleasing connecting all dots.
Foundational Reading Programs on the raise to embrace the lives of young children.
A bridge to a journey that will last a lifetime as we make reading an adventure for every one.
The Sun was beaming through the window it was Morning. A glimpse of the blue sky, brighten my day. It looks like a warm Fall-like day. The heat on the second floor is blasting, making it pretty uncomfortable. Let’s get ready to start this Sunny Fall-Like Day with a complimenting outfit that says All-Fall.
Rushing outside to drop off the trash I was unmasked, awaken by a Wicked Chill.
That Wicked Chill was not a thrill for my All-Fall Attire. It felt as though I had walked into a Winter Wind Tunnel. There was no warning.
The Wicked Chill attacked me, covering me with its bone chilling embrace. My whole body buckled as I slowly made my way back across the lawn. Chilly Wicked Winds beating against my face and pushing forcefully against my back.
The leaves seem to embrace the Wicked Winds, as they engage in a dance, the Tango, the twist and turns into the sky.
As for me I rush back inside from the Wicked Chill. Selecting suitable clothing to endure my next outdoor Wicked Chill Adventure.