Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Poem- Steps to Serenity


   
Steps to Serenity
I'm powerless Lord,
I need Your help please,
I turn my will and life over to You-
You restore my sanity-
I take inventory-
Your love casts out my fear-
I am searching, reaching, striving...
I know denial is not a river-
I admit the exact nature of my wrongs-
Til all my sleeves are stained red-
From all the truth that I've said-
I'm ready Lord!
Take my load-
I'll take Yours
It's easy and light-
I need vulnerability, accountability and humility
For Jesus to give me victory-
He grants me true repentance and godly sorrow-
I will not wait 'til tomorrow to make amends-
Unless it would be hurtful-
I will be tactful and truthful-
I seek Him first in all I do-
He will always see me through--
He always heals my deep heart ache,
A bruised reed He will not break-
Now I am wide awake!
I will carry His message both day and night-
For I know He is the Light-
He delivers me from strife-
And all His principles are Life.


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Thursday, April 16, 2015

Maya Angelou's I Rise




I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my confidence offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
*Just like the phoenix with wings spread wide
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
* Line I added! 


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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou










A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind   
and floats downstream   
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and   
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   
with a fearful trill   
of things unknown   
but longed for still   
and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill   
for the caged bird   
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied   
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   
with a fearful trill   
of things unknown   
but longed for still   
and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill   
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou


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Monday, April 13, 2015

The Storm and the Rainbow

The Storm

You say no one cares for you
Well that's not true 'cause I do
And God does too!
Oh that I could fix your problem
I'd mend you up-
You'd no longer be stuck
In that addiction or depression-
The trials that come in rapid succession.
But what can I do?
I cannot fix you!
I can't make you believe.
I can't even relieve
That deep ache in your heart
Just where do I start?
Don't do nothing! She yelled at me...
So what shall I do?
Scream and shout? And run about?
Perhaps sit and pout?
I'll fight a war upon my knees
In quietness and confidence shall be my strength,
He keeps my prayers and my tears
Perhaps the overflow makes the rain?
To water all the pain upon the earth,
I'll thank Him for this thorn,
I'll praise Him even when I'm worn,
Because He carries me through the storm.
Yes He walks to me on the tempest sea,
The rain brings life back to my dying tree-
And one day through the clouds I'll see
The rainbow...


From my book, "The Seven Story Tree"
 

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