THE PARABLE OF THE WILLOW TREE

The Willow Tree with it's drooping
eyes filled with tears.
For centuries enslaved by the
master's will.

For tall it stood in a stately fashion,
a giant shadow it cast,
with it's magnificent foliage, covering
those who walked down it's path.

Under it's protective canopy
were colorful umbrellas,
lavish dresses and songs sung
by slaves, I am my masters's fellow.

In the nearby fields, there were no Willow Trees.
The scorching sun burned their skin.
There were no route of escape for
those slaves who wanted to leave.

Now! the master is dead, the slaves are free.
The road to freedom is  filled with joy.
Where the earth was once scorched by the sun,
it is now blocked by the same Willow Trees.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013

WHO

Who have the keys to your success?
Who controls your future plans?
Who picks you up out of your mess?
When you find that alone you stand.

Where are your drinking friends?
Who pays the court cost?
Who stands in judgement, who defends?
Who finds you when you are lost?

Who picks you up when you fall?
Who dust you off when you are dirty from sin?
Who forgives you for all of your transgressions?
Again, again and again.

Who wipes the tears from your eyes?
Who heals the scars caused by your pain?
Who can send the thunder from Heaven?
In the dry season, who sends the rain?

Who created the oceans, rivers and seas?
Who taught the Robin to sing?
Who formed the earth when it was void of substance?
Who sends the winter, who sends the spring?

Who renders justice when justice is due?
Who see through the dark as well as light?
Who remembers when others deny your existence?
Who in the end, takes all your wrongs and makes them right?

Change "WHO" to "GOD"
Such a simple answer...

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2012

The Unjustified Slaughter of George Floyd By Police who Are Hired To Protect And Serve

• I felt that this tribute to   Brother Trayvon Martin needed to be reposted,  to bring our country's attention to this travesty.  The only difference is, I have changed the name to  Brother George Floyd, to reference the police brutality,  that is directed at the Black people in the United States of America.

How many times have we been
confronted with a fear that engulfs us
from a knock  on our door.

How many times have justice 
been misdirected when hatred and
misplaced laws lie at its very core.

With bad laws and suspicious intentions,
the act of an intentional death has
once again raised its head.

Where is the justice that the constitution
speaks of.  An inclusive document for
its entire people, so I have read.

One would think that more then four hundred
years of hatred and bigotry would have
been enough to turn the hands of time.

One would think that civility and justice
would serve as the main talking points,
instead of creating a cover up for a crime.

So many people have suffered, and
died to remove the stigma of racial injustice,
yet we find to some the path is still closed.

There are those that refuse to render justice
where justice is due.  But we as a people have an
obligation to fight to ensure that the cover up is exposed.

We must refuse to give up on our people, we as
a people must spread the word of truth and justice.
We must instill in them a sense of pride.

I for one am tired of listening to the news of
racial profiling, with an unlawful arrest, and that
another one of our black brothers has died.

It is my prayer that Brother George Floyd  death will
not be invain. The next victim could be
your brother or sister, your son or daughter.

Being the victim of an unjustified slaughter.

Our prayers are with the family of Brother George Floyd

TO MY WIFE ON HER BIRTHDAY

This is the time of the year that our expectations are
high especially when we were young. 
We relish our family and friends and that special
someone, sharing in our special day of fun.

We expect all sort of things from
those who share our lives and space.
We sometimes find ourselves reminiscing
about past birthdays in a quiet and isolated place.


It is always good to remember and reflect on
happy times and not the things we dread.
You see the quilt of happiness and sadness
are woven with the same thread.


So don't be mislead by the melodious tones
and happiness portrayed as joy.
Beware of the fleeting remnants of birthdays gone by,
and little girls dreams and big girls toys.


Always remember that the true meaning
of a birthday is the gift of birth.
Experience it, share it and protect it
while you are on this earth.


Your birthday is very special to me
because I have you in my life.
And it becomes more special with each passing day,
because you are my wife.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Your Loving Husband
Gamaliel

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding

"BETRAYED BY HER EYES"

I have been unable to dream
for lack of images.
I  am unable to retrieve from
the deep depositories of my mind,
for lack of a connection to
the unknown.

The intensity of her eyes
brings to bare a revelation of
truth and sanity.
When I have within my
grasp the true self, I
discover the reflection in
the mirror.

In the mirror, I can see only
her eyes.  The entirety of
her being escapes me.

Her eyes once again
betrays me.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011

When The Storms Comes

Who were there when the storms came?
Who has the power to stop it's anger?

Yet we refuse to acknowledge the Creator
of all things.

Who allows us to weather the storms?
The awesome hands of God, as He
chastise us for our trangressions.

We have become students of our
own ignorance.  We have learn nothing
from  God's lessons.

Who makes the earth shake, and the
heavens to release it's rain?

Who makes the thunder roar?
Who shakes the earth at it's core?

From the four corners of the earth,
the wind whisper His name.

GOD!!!

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011