Today

We have a new start,
A fresh quota of 24 hours;
a new canvass for new colours and exhilarating art
where artistic prowess can blossom into vibrant flowers.
An atmosphere where we can dare to dream,
conceive ideas and imagine.
We can put right the mistakes of yesterday
and prune out the mishaps of the becoming bouquet.
Today is a clean page;
will you let the past out of the bag or put it in a cage?


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Today was my last day in school so in a way I've officially 'graduated' but I still have exams to write though! lol. Anyway I was thinking how I now have an opportunity to move on to the next phase of my life/education .The things I have done wrong in the past few years, I can correct in the years ahead. From a Christian point of view, Jesus gave us a fresh start when He died on the cross!.......................The message here is basically, to utilise today wisely and fully not allowing your 'yesterday' to get in the way!



© The poets voice~~~ May 2009, All rights reserved.

Trapped

Reaching for the door of opportunity
to find freedom
and break free.
The air is stale,
It is suffocating.
The 6 walls around me
Leave me in an enclosed cube.
I’m trapped!
The feeling that a Giant
like Goliath
Stands 6 feet tall
before me is prominent.
My flesh, weak and frail
Held together by ligaments of fear
Gives in, crumbling under the pressure
Of this challenge.
A giant within and a mountain before me –
An enclosure that needs a big God
To expose me.

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This poem was talks about being trapped, not only physically in a house or something but being trapped by your thoughts and memories.It's when you keep remembering the things you want to forget that makes you feel trapped!

© The poets voice~~~ April 2009, All rights reserved.

The Cross

An object, a mere symbol of Christianity
A pedant on your necklace or key chain
The sign made by the priest with his hands
Or the fusion of humanity and deity

Sometime around 25AD
A king was substituted for a robber
The son of God
Was mocked and made to suffer

The implement of execution
Turned to a means of Salvation
A blood sacrifice
That issued out redemption

On that plank of wood
Where his hands were nailed
His unconditional love
Had no bounds.

On that plank of wood
Where his feet were nailed
And that spear was thrust into His side:

Blood, so red and thick
Gushed out like a flood
- A flood that drowned
All sickness

Water, so strong
That the torrent
Washed away our sins like
a retreating wave on the shores of life

The cross.
The situation of Gods’ power
And humanity’s sinful nature.
The meeting of God and man.

Questions

Who, what, when, where?
I stop and stare
Life goes by
and I don’t understand a thing
I have no clue how
or why?

My head keeps spinning;
There are bills to pay,
Mouths to feed,
Work to do,
but there’s no strength to.

An abundance of people to love,
Laughter to share,
Joy to give,
Yet I do not know
how to peacefully live.

I wonder when….
When will I have the ability
to carry my head up
and walk through the doors of opportunity?

But in the first place,
Why am I here?
Who am I here for?
What do I do
And how do I do it?

Many questions race through my head
I wonder who, what, where and when...
When, if ever will these questions come to an end?

© The poets voice~~~ March 2009, All rights reserved.