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,
Saturday, May 31, 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
Thursday, July 4, 2013
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
Saturday, June 8, 2013
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
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
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