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Patience is You

     

 You knew me, you knew me a long time ago, before I even departed my mother’s womb,
All along you planted your seed that if given some water, it would be destined to bloom,
You created me divine and awesome in your image and have undoubtedly protected me.
So many things I allowed to block my vision towards your light, and let misguide me
Thanks to your mercies,  ever so kind,  made new every morning for me,
Through new eyes granted by you, I now have the 20/20 vision to see.
I have been jumped on, talked about, pushed around, lied on and abused.
I’ve been vandalized and trampled over, misguided, and used.
I have been left out in the cold, discounted, and made to feel less.
And when I came back to my father and realized that  I don’t have to stress.
My heart has been a victim of a crime scene, stabbed, punched and even shot.
With puncture wounds, dents and bruises, my enemies had high hopes that I would rot.
When I look at myself today,I could be frigid and cold as the glaciered ice that lies within Alaskan seas
 Stagnate in the water, breaking off piece by piece melting away until there are no remnants left of me.
I was bombarded with sorrow and depression and the satan had robbed me of all my joy,
Drowning in my self created misery, he came to conquer and to destroy.
Luckily, I am your child whom you’ve created, whom no doubt you do adore,
You didn’t think twice about all the times your phone calls that I ignored.
You never stopped, you didn’t let up and I seen your number on the caller id,
You left messages, you sent others to deliver your word, but I just wasn’t ready.
All the things that I have done that you disapproved of, you don’t care to mention
You have excused my every time, even though I wasn’t paying you any attention.
There is no one like you, your are the Living God, how can I love you more?
Only my father who is in heaven can open these spiritual doors.
I am so thankful for your mercy, I am so thankful for your grace.
I thank for a second chance, you have given me a number to get back in the race.
See, you told me I am fearfully and wonderfully made, and I clearly understand
I was made with Love, in Spirit and Truth by and Divine Artist with Awesome Hands.
Yes, I am that Diamond that ended up in the lost and found that clearly was left behind
,And now I am here so you can restore this gem that belongs to you, to its rightful shine.
Sometimes I can not comprehend your reasoning, I struggle to understand,
Not only have you been patient with me, but every creation that walks your land.
Some people have no tolerance, not time to wait for others before they grow cold,
How awesome is your example, that you are patient with every living soul.
And people come to you in crisis, sickness and tribulations when life threatens to harm,
And you never criticize us, you don’t shut us out, you welcome us back with open arms.
Although I can not change my past, and the wrongful things that I may do.
I declare this now and today, to spend the rest of my life with you.
So who am I to lose my grips, lose patience with life,  when I can truly relate?
For you loved every creations of yours, that you are more than willing to wait.
People  don’t take time for their children,  no patience for their boss,
No patient for people who need help,  no patience for those that are lost.
Only with love can we conquer all things, so let the  healing begin,
As Christians we have to love one other, despite our faults and are sins.
Please remind me if I forget, to reflect in everything that I am going to do.
To follow your lead, imitate your works…. because “Patience” My Father is You!

By: Maya Angelou Drew     Date: April 2007

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What’s in your purse?

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Which bag of choice do you choose to tote?
Whether it’s Gucci, Louis Vutton, Prada or Coach.
Fendi, Kohl’s, or Second Hand from the thrift
What we choose to carry inside could be a curse or a gift
We choose the one that goes with just about everything
Color coordinated with our dress with accessorized earrings
Whether it small and petite or big and bulky where the colors speak loud
They all hold value, we wear them well and us girls wear them proud
Red, Yellow,  Black, Green, Orange, Brown, or Blue
Whatever your style of handbag is representation of you.
Is your bag heavy with burden,  dragging on the floor with un-forgiveness filled with pain?
Left over  remnants of your x husband’s abusive inked penned stains
Perfume bottles spilling over to cover your foul actions of guilt and shame
The nail files use in a stabbing session, have you stabbed someone else in the back
Purell can’t sanitize the bacteria of your soul or the integrity that you have lacked
Tic tacs and nail polish mixed with lotions of sorrow, ruining the interior cloth
Your using Oxiclean, shout, and tide remover, but stains just wont come off
Still looking in the compact mirror of hinderance, not able to grow
Carrying  your positive vitamins but your negative thought process still has you moving slow
Have you kissed your best friend man with berry’s betrayal lip gloss
All the things you held dear to you have been taken away or lost
Not a safety-pin of hope, your worthless credit card can’t buy an ounce of trust
Your hearts eye shadows darkened from the friendship you lost for lust
Gave away the keys of your heart and he drove it off a bridge
So hurt, that your thoughts are so toxic and your unable to forgive
Whatever items you carry, that ten tons of hurt, that you can’t seem to let go this day
Is surely holding you captive and you can’t find your own way
You can switch your pocketbook’s look, carry band aids to patch a wound when your cut
Trying to keep yourself together with hairspray, Advil can’t cure the headache of your rut
No matter what you have done or whatever has been done to you
It time to ask for forgiveness from God, forgive them, and you… have to forgive you
Put your best foot forward, trust in God, take a giant step of FAITH
Holding on the past will leave you stagnant, even stuck for years in the same place
They have moved on, forgotten about it,  and your still have a wallet full of  MAD
Switching your clutch but still carry around the same burdensome bag
Out of everything we carry, the items that jingle, is the only way we can gain
In every women’s purse, the most important item to carry with you is CHANGE!
Do you have “CHANGE” in your purse? Then the time is now to use it
Offer it to God and give him your pain, and he will not refuse it.
Whether it’s pennies of pain, nickels of neglect, or quarters of sorrow
Weeping may endure for a night, but God promises your joy will come tomorrow.
Life is a lesson learned, a journey  for our growth, ask God to walk with you
Change will buy your freedom to blessings that you never knew.
Ladies…..Carry Change in the heart of your purse! 
 
“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9)
 
Maya Angelou Drew

Love’s Amusement Park

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public festival "Unterländer Volksfest" with many Amusement rides for example Bumper cars (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

He loves me……. he love me not
Wondering if these twists and turns will ever stop
He words kiss my heart when he says that he cares
But I second guess his sincerity when he gives me blank stares
Flowers one day, harsh words full of anger the next
Starting to rethink that this ride  is way too complex
I brought the ticket because I chose to get on
I waited patiently even though the line was long
Started off slowly until were reached the top of the peak
And then my stomach drops as I hear his screech
Fast paced love that started off with a bang
Turned upside down with headaches and pain
Free falling on your cotton candy kisses keeping you close 
The simple carousel of affection is what I love  most
But I bite my tongue, hold my feelings inside
To protect you on your rollercoaster of pride
In this carnival of emotion, I tried another game
Only to realize these bumper cars would be the same
Your soft nudges are positively influential to my decision
The paramedics have to resuscitate me because of our collision
Your change of emotions keep hitting me with a jolt
Dizzy from the back and forth, I have to bring the car to a holt
I thought it’d be tranquil to ride the ferris wheel
Strapping on my seat belt,  thinking it wouldn’t be a big deal
Round and round we go when our love is in  luck 
With your emotional malfunctions, we always manage to get stuck
It’s like I’m in this maze trying to find a path more clearer
You distort  my vision  as I try to solve the puzzle in your house of mirrors
Tilt of whirl of problems like when the elephant sees a mouse
I am growing tired of playing around in Your Fun House.
Disturbia settled in with startled gestures in a haunted house roaming in the dark
I want to go home because I don’t  find any amusement in your  park.

I …..AM NOT AMUSED!

Written By: Maya Angelou Drew
Date: April 6, 2012