Poetry and Thoughts
Rhythm of the Leaves
Have you noticed the rhythm of the leaves How they move to the breeze with such ease Never find them worrying, afraid of the night or the storming winds that come their way They simply flow No need to be afraid They trust their creator and enjoy the season they’ve been given Taking no thought for tomorrow Just enjoying the breeze for the day They catch the breeze that’s for them Celebrate the leaves that share their space They together create a symphony of motion that’s glorious Just look at them… They have a rhythm of unity not trying to be anything Just being themselves and flowing with the wind until their time comes to a graceful end At the appointed time with beauty yet present They change colors to bless us With the season of autumn colors They cover the earth giving the soil their soul the joy soaked in from the sun May we learn from them and simply learn to flow in God’s wind and find our unity with each other It is what we all need This is what I learned this morning From watching The rhythm of the...
read moreFingers in the Trees
Reaching high So high Bold with width No need to justify No fear Just deep rooted love Made alive Enduring the rain Embracing the sunshine Holding friends who fly Giving shade to those who pass by My fingers are reachIng Up to my creator And also to my neighbor It is the fruit The proof That we all have fingers Made to love To reach high As we also let our roots go deep In the soil of the love of God Written after I looked upon this tree while taking a walk when I lived in Tyler, TX on July 10, 2018 at...
read moreRuthless Trust
Your fingers peel back the skin on my chest I try to resist denying you access to my wounded heart I become powerless as my eyes witness You expose my brokenness Going deeper pass my skin, You discover hidden hurts within the crevices Sealed off from being touched by your love That resist the ruthless trust you ask me for I begin to shake I loose the composure of my face I am naked I quiver looking for the will to deny you… again. Going deeper still Your eyes within my soul Begin to expose the grip that darkness has had on me I recoil I juxtapose with scripted reasons I refuse to come forth and receive your healing I am weary of running into the sphere of nothingness Wearing a face to hide the pain knawing at me Walking amongst the dead who like me are afraid of trusting you With ruthless abandonment My rationale is getting stale My odor cannot be covered by chanel My smile is forced My eyes open wide Even though I am exhausted of force-feeding people around me lies Acting out What I cannot find within Cause I won’t trust you with ruthless abandonment Today I make a shift by your grace I no longer resist I chose to rest in the joyous provision of your love I come to understand The beauty of your plans May your purpose astonish me Again and again I trust you ...
read moreBrazen Righteousness
Brazen Righteousness Is a volcanic expression of passion for all that is true For things that are pure It is total abandonment in living for God in all that you do It is a radical departure from the deceptive grip of religion That only keeps people from living in a flow of tangible freedom Are you listening You’d better pay attention Most of us are slippin or sleepin and not being who God made us to be Instead we’re living life with an apology, Should be dancing extravagantly with purpose as our music and His love our confidence as we slay the giants that stand in our way and say we can’t We claim He’s King of kings and Lords of lords but we live such a predictable life that is bored Not too much different that the children of this world Except we abuse His grace by living a hypocritical disjointed lukewarm semi-commited non repentive “I’m blessed” attitude on our face Caked with makeup so thick We can’t feel our skin Below the surface it’s become thin We get rattled in the battle and retreat back to our neat churches and passive pastors who pat us and then bury us In the grave – we then asked “what has happened?” If we do make it to the city who’s street are made of gold it’s by fire have no treasure stored Because all we did was horde Our time, money, and affection for others was retained, withheld because we judged people and didn’t forgive anyone a thing …even ourselves Plead with God for a quickening to get brazen To deny yourself the deception and distraction of this sickening religion Bare your true heart before a Holy God He knows who you are Stop tripping in pretending Repent of every false affection Rest from the pretense of your own effort in trying to earn His perfect love Yield Be still Breath in the need for God alone No need to.perform Its why He gave His son Believe on Him Rely on Him Follow Him Born of a virgin Walked among men Died on a cross and rose again Defeated death Conquered the grave Only in Him will your life be saved No other dare compare No other has power to set free No other has the authority to declare you blessed and to anointed you with a holy boldness to live your life in Brazen...
read moreThe Vote
The Vote Reflects the heart Reveals what’s believed Exposes what we have departed from in our values as a nation Bespeaks an orientation to an ideology that’s contrary to the values and convictions of our souls The ballot has power over our beliefs When our beliefs should set our vote in motion We are hypocrites refusing to stand on these. .. in which we live and breathe And say we see Our vote is a sign of devotion God will demand our vote to come forth It will show how we Honored Him Denied Him Lied on Him Or stood for Him Protect your vote It is a testimony of your soul A reflection of the direction in which you go and will go Hold Hold Hold Your vote is worth much more than gold In your heaven Father...
read moreWilliam Speaks at Center of Praise
William Owens will be performing live poems based on his latest book, Naked Before God – Words That Express My Heart In light increased turmoil of our nation with killings of people and police officers, William will be presenting a new work to speak to this national crises. It is entitled Identity. Center Of Praise Church Pastor Joseph Sissac When: Sat, July 9, 4pm – 8pm Where: 1228 23rd St, Sacramento, CA 95816, USA (map) Description: Seeing God in the...
read moreScars
Sure, I have some emotional luggage. It’s painful but that’s how I know He’s real. Without the pain, I could never experience the reality of His healing balm and the power He has to calm the storms that rage and attempt to cage my mind from time to time. (No poem intended here… it just rolled). Scars reflects what we all experience and the hope of what the end can mean when you yield to Him. Scars Scars Hidden deep within the reservoirs of our beings Traced back to times past Shadows Alleys Thin corridors That trap us into a vortex of regret That grip us with crippling pain around our necks Anger Resentment And…can’t think Again and again and again This ride is sick What of it Who is it The scar I can feel it Smell it Defiled Deformed Not how I was born How I became When life came my way I dress myself Put gloss on my face Smile to cover the evidence Of my current state Limited Bound Off guard I do frown Push back Closed up Bottled up Messed up But you can’t tell Because I’m dressed up Gloss on my face To hide the trace That leads to the scar On my heart Screaming but can’t be heard Running but can’t outrun Winning but can’t win enough Losing again what I’ve already lost before Pulling skin like a crazy man Ripping veins deep within Metaphorically of course Actually it’s worse Scars Mar Rearrange the site Misdirect the fight Allusions Of the worse outcome Create fear that makes one run Disillusioned Confusion Rooted in that line upon the heart That damn scar No antidote at the store No drink can restore Money? That’s funny Most strinks stink Friends? What’s that One source alone can Dissolve Remove Restore Make new Go back to that entry way Go back until you find the place See it Feel it Grab hold now… Forgive it Forgive them And live again This alone can remove that damning scar Within… Upon… And around Your heart Deeper than the skin that covers us Not always drawing blood from us Scars upon our...
read moreMy Worth
My worth will not be defined by who I am What I’ve done The clothes I wear Style of my hair The zoot of my suit The heat of my flair Not determined by how much I’ve lost Failures that stare at me throughout the night Can’t count the times I’ve tried to get it right I’m someone in the Fathers sight He sees me perfect in Christ No need to strive to prove a thing It’s alright Cause His love is perfect His grace overwhelming His patience expansive His mercy contagious My worth is found in the finished work of His Son… Jesus the Christ In Him I live I move I have my being I’m alive Cause in my Fathers eyes I’m worth...
read moreI’m writing as I live
As I face each day’s challenges, I write. Whatever the challenge, the struggle, the disappointment, mis-judgement of myself or of others, if the Lord quickens me, I write. I encourage you to write too, it will provide a release for your soul and insight into your hearts issues. It doesn’t mean it will make sense, but it will begin a journey that God has ordained as long as you yield your life to Him. Write and share the journey with others.
read moreRefugee
Refugees My eyes open in the morning Seeking for redemption From the agony of suffering in the grip of misery forced upon me as a refugee Misplaced without reason Abandoned to the treason of evil contrived by dark hearts bent on the death of innocence because of an inheritance of historic rhetoric? My skin I chose not My eyes My hair, My voice are no less beautiful than yours We breath the same air My dreams for love My hope for child in my chest is for rest from the sentence of this death I cry to be free To be seen as a human being Not merely as a refugee I speak not of those in far away lands Trapped by borders Hemmed in by men with guns, axes with wicked devices planned I speak of my soul Trapped within the control of vices that make me bound not free We are all refugees Seeking for a place to call home To find rest To reset To quite the cries of our love ones near us To bereave others hung on a cross before our face Raped and maimed Left for dead Even some I’ve seen behead I at all cost will endure land and sea For chance at life I’m driven For the same reason as you Desire for freedom Hope for liberty The dream of no longer being called a refugee Death has no grip on me Fear is prisoner of God’s perfect love I with sole faith in Christ Will rise above Joy not bound by hate Redemption mine by faith We all are refugees in need My eyes open in the morning My heart at peace within I know through Christ I’m free No matter what land I’m in I yield to His compassion made real – so real to me As I do so to them I have done so to Him To do all I can to show His love to those who like me are refugees… who can be made...
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