Oh! How dare we grumble
at crumbs of bread,
when once we had our
choice of meat.
Our wines made sweet
with earthly flavors of vintage herbs,
that only nature could provide.
Now in misery we
hang our heads,
because all our riches
are now deplete.
With self inflicted vanity
we destroyed our labour,
that which was once driven
now have no drive.
For we should be content
to starve of nourishment.
When our bodies and minds
were eagle to plow the earth,
we failed to put in storage, the
bounty of that which nature
gave birth.
Oh! how dare we grumble.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
A WILD FLOWER
How beautiful they are with
their array of colors, majestic
display of beauty and
dignity in which they lay claim.
On the hillsides, mountain tops,
highways, byways and along
side the river's edge, they
cannot be contained.
Under all manner of conditions,
they flourish when others perish.
Their strength is hidden by their frailty,
but destined to beautify the earth.
For you are like a Wild Flower, so
slender and curvaceous, so titillating to
the senses, with the quickness of mind
and a soul that mends.
I long to touch the perfectly created
petals and caress the elongated stems,
but I awake to find no end,
only to begin again.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
their array of colors, majestic
display of beauty and
dignity in which they lay claim.
On the hillsides, mountain tops,
highways, byways and along
side the river's edge, they
cannot be contained.
Under all manner of conditions,
they flourish when others perish.
Their strength is hidden by their frailty,
but destined to beautify the earth.
For you are like a Wild Flower, so
slender and curvaceous, so titillating to
the senses, with the quickness of mind
and a soul that mends.
I long to touch the perfectly created
petals and caress the elongated stems,
but I awake to find no end,
only to begin again.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
Saturday, May 31, 2014
THE JOURNEY-Dr. Maya Angelou
I have found myself listening to
the rain drops from Heaven's reservoir.
When all else fails to attract my attention,
I find myself focusing on the blessings
that are locked behind Heaven's door.
The Great Dr. Maya Angelou knew this
all to well.
The key to her blessings are safely stored
in her spiritual relationship with the Creator.
She was fearless in her pursuit of promises made.
God has provided the armor for all of my wars.
When I get weary, I focus on the motivator.
The Great Dr. Maya Angelou knew this
all to well.
Biblical truths, prepared from the beginning of
God's creation, a road map for my journey home.
It was never said that there would not be problems.
God did promise to provide, protect and guide me,
if I was obedient, I would never be alone.
The Great Dr. Maya Angelou is a perfect example
of what can be achieved when you are lead by
your convictions, an unquenchable thirst for
knowledge and faith in the Heavenly spirit that
that guided her.
The Great Dr. Maya Angelou knew this
all to well.
In spite of all of her life's obstacles, she gave birth
to a legacy that will last for an eternity. As she so
eloquently stated in one of my favorite poems..I
RISE, I RISE..
Obedience to God's Statues and Laws are required
for (FOR THE JOURNEY)
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2014,
the rain drops from Heaven's reservoir.
When all else fails to attract my attention,
I find myself focusing on the blessings
that are locked behind Heaven's door.
The Great Dr. Maya Angelou knew this
all to well.
The key to her blessings are safely stored
in her spiritual relationship with the Creator.
She was fearless in her pursuit of promises made.
God has provided the armor for all of my wars.
When I get weary, I focus on the motivator.
The Great Dr. Maya Angelou knew this
all to well.
Biblical truths, prepared from the beginning of
God's creation, a road map for my journey home.
It was never said that there would not be problems.
God did promise to provide, protect and guide me,
if I was obedient, I would never be alone.
The Great Dr. Maya Angelou is a perfect example
of what can be achieved when you are lead by
your convictions, an unquenchable thirst for
knowledge and faith in the Heavenly spirit that
that guided her.
The Great Dr. Maya Angelou knew this
all to well.
In spite of all of her life's obstacles, she gave birth
to a legacy that will last for an eternity. As she so
eloquently stated in one of my favorite poems..I
RISE, I RISE..
Obedience to God's Statues and Laws are required
for (FOR THE JOURNEY)
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2014,
Monday, May 19, 2014
The Promise Of the Rainbow, His hands extends Thru The Rain
Turbulent seas, we have to cross,
believing on our own we bare the brunt of the pain.
Unable to see the need for the extended hands
of the Creator that extends thru the rain.
The ship we sail on is frail and useless
against the torrential rain storms of life.
And yet we continue to pursue with such vigor,
that which lights up our eyes but is full of strife.
Onward we sail to distant lands in search of
earthly things, seeking carnal satisfaction.
Forgot we have, of the spiritual connection
to He that created us, we have no reaction.
Soon the end will come, He will let go of the sail,
because you have failed to honor your Creator.
Your ship will be tossed to and fro, it will disassemble.
Destruction will be your doom, and your cries will be greater.
You will be left reaching for the hands that are not there.
You will feel only the sharpness of his tongue.
His words will pierce your heart.
He will remove you from his memory, his will be done.
He will send forth His word into the world,
He will remove all confusion and only the pure
in heart will remain. When he sees the Rainbow in
the sky, he will remember his promise. You will
be able to see His hands as they extends thru the rain.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2010
believing on our own we bare the brunt of the pain.
Unable to see the need for the extended hands
of the Creator that extends thru the rain.
The ship we sail on is frail and useless
against the torrential rain storms of life.
And yet we continue to pursue with such vigor,
that which lights up our eyes but is full of strife.
Onward we sail to distant lands in search of
earthly things, seeking carnal satisfaction.
Forgot we have, of the spiritual connection
to He that created us, we have no reaction.
Soon the end will come, He will let go of the sail,
because you have failed to honor your Creator.
Your ship will be tossed to and fro, it will disassemble.
Destruction will be your doom, and your cries will be greater.
You will be left reaching for the hands that are not there.
You will feel only the sharpness of his tongue.
His words will pierce your heart.
He will remove you from his memory, his will be done.
He will send forth His word into the world,
He will remove all confusion and only the pure
in heart will remain. When he sees the Rainbow in
the sky, he will remember his promise. You will
be able to see His hands as they extends thru the rain.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2010
Where The Strength Resides
When the creative process of our mind
seems to loose its fervor. Where do we
look for refuge? Through the prism of
a lighted fantasy.
The challenge of finding our way in
the dark, gives us pain and pleasure. Our
mind is consumed with the idea of reaching
our goals and life's destination through the
easiest route of resistance.
In doing so, we loose the opportunity to
learn from life's struggles. Knowledge that
would improve our ability to survive. We have
been taught that less is more.
We refuse to believe that we are spiritual beings
rapped up in a physical body for the soul purpose
of doing the will of our creator. How long will
we continue to struggle before we realize where
the strength resides.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011
seems to loose its fervor. Where do we
look for refuge? Through the prism of
a lighted fantasy.
The challenge of finding our way in
the dark, gives us pain and pleasure. Our
mind is consumed with the idea of reaching
our goals and life's destination through the
easiest route of resistance.
In doing so, we loose the opportunity to
learn from life's struggles. Knowledge that
would improve our ability to survive. We have
been taught that less is more.
We refuse to believe that we are spiritual beings
rapped up in a physical body for the soul purpose
of doing the will of our creator. How long will
we continue to struggle before we realize where
the strength resides.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011
Saturday, October 19, 2013
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
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
Monday, September 30, 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
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
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