Monday, May 30, 2011

Naturally New, Always A Beauty w/ a Beast to Conquer

We all have a natural beauty. It just has to be discovered. We try to hide our flaws. When in actuality, we are emphasing our pride. Many have look to their natural side as the new look. However, it's always been there, it just took us to discover that behind the make-up, the chemicals, and the surgerie God created something BeautiFULL that was fearFULLY made. We have allowed our pride to be our beast when humilty should be our crown. We let man know I have this all under control. But when under your skin, you desire to be touched and catched by love. But you say you're hiding yourself, but we have hidden ourselves so deep, God can't even reach us. So it took us discovering that our natural beauty is worth being glorified. Our pride began to break in pieces like sand. He can now begin sweeping away the dust, to find there's a queen in you. Your beast of pride is gone and your king can now make you queen. You are new, not in your naturality, but in the sense of your womanhood. You're allowing him to care for your well-being. And where he lacks, you are complimenting. And where you have been hurt, he is restoring.
(There's a mix between 2 topics, I had a hard time sticking with one... Hope it makes sense!)

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Morning Jog-May 25,2011

The First Gentle Shower Has Rested
Setting A Chill to the Grass
The Morning Songs of the Birds have Alarmed
As the Blue Tailed Bird Sits High And Quiet off the Ground
Natures Scent Has Perfumed the Air
As Man's Scent of Freshness
Passes Through to Consume and Even to Harm
And When the My Shadow has Touched Fence
The Beast of Your Yard Barks
Setting off the Alarms of Those Around Him
Children Load for Their First Morning Rides
As Mothers and Fathers Rush to Their Cars
Nature Passes Them By
While I Am yet Passing Nature
My Thought Run To and Fro
While Trying to Decide what Valley to Venture Next
My Human Prayer Tries to Keeps Up With Me
As God Opens My Eyes to See His Written and Illustrated Work
His Masterpiece Beautful
Whether My Run Is On A Road of Fields and Jungles
Or In the Heart of Man's Creation Given By God

Sunday, May 15, 2011

American Black Woman

Why wouldn't you be the fertile fruit of the land
For you birthed many fruit from your womb
And you were hand picked fruit to nurture
You were raised to be the Proverbs 31 Woman
You were trusted to be the Proverbian Queen
To cook, to clean, to do what man can't do
In your hands it was released

You taught us faith
To our souls you sung a lullaby-
To settle our spirit, mind and body
You scold us, and in our rebllion-
We neglect you, but you never cease to love
Your love continues, because you know-
Your prodigal will return

When failure is in sight,
You know the promise land is still promised
For us, you hide your tears
For us, you stay near never to leave
American black woman, I love you...

For there are soo many angles to you
You can create laughter, amusement, mediation

American black woman
I want to grow up to be like you
To carry out dreams, to persevere, consistently ambitious...
For you have broken boundaries, to give us freedom

The nation made you international
They saw your stance, your smile, your sincerity
The nation fell in love with your passion
Yet, they continued to abuse you
However, you never allowed society to stop you...

American Black Woman
I admire you so...
On your head I place a crown
Around your feet I place flowers
Rest your worn soles
For you have a raised a new generation of-
American Black Women...

Our soft soles, are ready to touch ground
To step on stones and to walk through the pasture
So wash your hands, what work wasn't done-
We will continue to fulfill the dream
We will carry the sacrifices, that were once unknown

Trust, that your installments of value
Will not be forbidden
For you have trained us
And to our teachings we shall return
And when our teachers are once gone
Your heart, your spirit, will forever rest in us...

So if they ever search for you,
They know they can still find you in the,
American Black Woman