Good Morning My Loves

 Children! Children! There is a warrior inside you, awakening from sleep. To fight and defend, every battle and win. No need to be fearful. No need to hide. You are equipped, to conquer the wild. Within your den, a lion roars. To maim or kill, every fettered wail. Your strength regales. Your muscles toned. To run with pride. On grasses, wide. Up to battle. With sword and shield. Dressed with your word. Your trumpet is heard. From the distance fear. Arise, it must. To scatter, like dust. Your enemies crust. So march on soldier, with wit and might. To defend your life and to be a wife. Till bells, they ring. To beckon your prize. You will press on. For by grace, you rise.

 Be encouraged as you sleep tonight. For surrounding you are drapes, to make everything be right. What matters not is yesterday's deeds.  For tomorrow brings, brand new seeds. There are no limitations in your quest for love. For every hurdle, you will overcome. Though battle scars, are collectibles. At the rainbow's end, is your pot of gold. Do not seek to bow in shame.  For king and maid, will know your name. Upon your body, is tapered silk. And from your cup, flows royal milk. So weary not, if nails are laid. Upon your knees, all debts are paid. For in your heart, lies an open door. For angels aid, to win each war.

 Sometimes you might ask... why do the wicked prosper.... Why are they happy and they deal treacherously.... They are near to their mouth.. goodness and mercy. But it is far from their reins. How long should you mourn.... Is it because you have grown weary in your pursuit of happiness.... Is it because of weakness in your travail... If you cannot fight against a mouse and be VICTORIOUS. How might you wage war against a lion, when it attacks...  You are envious of the wealth of others, yet you have no knowledge of what is hidden. Your eyes are dim... therefore you cannot see. You are consumed with jealousy, because you seek not to dig deeper in your understanding. The fruits of the wicked are not measured for you. Do not be so overcome by the vineyards of others, for they have their just rewards. They have chosen their paths. You have chosen yours.  Your treasures are not of the earth. What you sow in tears... you will one day reap with joy. Look not onto the wicked as the...

 How are you doing today... are you alright? You have a look of sadness. Is everything okay? Is there anything I can do to help?  So many times we wish for someone to ask us these questions. So many times we long for eyes to see what is going on deep inside of us. So many times we dream of wistful things. How are the Mighty fallen... One day we are on top of a pedestal. The next day, we are lying on a stony ground.... A place where we never thought, we might ever be. So often we fail. So often we are blinded by our own pride. We presume to think that we will never be lowered or reduced to nothing. In our minds, we misconstrue, all the feet we stepped on to get to the top. Humility is lost. Yesterday has vanished. Along the way, friends have been discarded. Vanity takes control. We forget where we came from. Out of nothing, a king was born. Majesty and honour ruled. Where once others asked heartfelt questions, in their endeavour to meet our needs. Today, the roles have been rev...

Standing up for what is right, may be the most difficult thing you do. It comes with a high price. It brings separation between you and those you are connected to and influenced by. It indulges mockery...  slander.... deception and division. Not everyone around you, will welcome your stand.  At times, you will feel so broken, all you may think to do..  is run. The words you speak will cut asunder, every nook, crack and hole, in the lives of those, who withhold their ears from heartening to what is rightfully spoken. It is, of a necessity, to uphold what is not to be deemed, deceptive or deceitful. Truth shall always prevail. Truth shall always be upheld. Truth shall always remain characteristically challenging, to those who are not inclined to hear it.  Let not your heart be troubled, by the promotions of others, in accepting evil over good. When the truth be told, there is never the need to fear. There is never the desire to run. There is never the chance to wonder....

 My eyes are a fountain of tears, because you bend your tongue like a bow, for lies. I cannot trust you, because you walk with slanders. You make your habitation in the midst of deceit. You refuse to know ME. You refuse to be melted.  You speak love with your mouth, but your heart is black. You do not make me feel like a fed horse in the morning. You close the door on your beloved and sever your green olive tree from bearing. But what you do not know, is that my fruits have already fallen to the ground. You do not see through your blinded eyes, that I am not wearied. You do not hear the voice inside my heart as it whispers words of life, deep into my soul.  Oh! That I am made of gold and purified. And you are withered and dry, like a dead carcass. I will forever carry my heritage with me wheresoever I go. But you, will wallow in despair and be forever a desolate wilderness because of the tastes of your cold heart.

I'm sorry mama, that I made you cry.  I'm sorry that I forgot you and made you wonder why.  You worked so hard to bring me up. But in my neglect, I took away your cup. I'm sorry mama, that I was never there. When you needed me most..  I was found... no where. You toiled each day, from dawn till dust. To give me a life, with your love and trust. I broke your heart and I turned my back. So filled with myself, I didn't consider your lack. You thought I didn't need you.  So you kept to yourself. But longing for a touch. And was not asking for much. If wishes were granted, today I would beg. To go back in time, and grab hold of your leg. I stand here today. With regret flowing free. As I watch you go, far away from me. If only I knew then, what I know now. I would make different choices and beg God to allow. For time to stand still.  That mama you could see.  How happy I would make you. Till eternity.