What people call God

Journalists' call him “the truth”
Drivers' call him “the way”
Lawyers' call him the “righteous judge”
Geographers' call him “the rock of ages”
Doctors' call him “the great physician”
Horticulturists' call him “the rose of Sharon”
Musicians' call him “the rhythm of heaven”
Oceanographers' call him “the spring of life”
Bakers' call him “the bread of life”
Policemen' call him “the prince of peace”
Farmers' call him “the tree of life”
Sailors' call him “the captain of our salvation”
Teachers' call him “the perfect masters”
Sinners' call him “our saviour”
Photographers' call him “the image of God”
The sick call him “our helper”
The needy call him “our provider”
Servants' call him “the everlasting king”
The dying call him “the giver of life”
God calls himself “I am that I am”


* what do you call him? who is HE to you?...take a moment and think about this...*

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

What the future holds

What the future holds,
Only time will tell
I sit and worry …oh, the stress
Even crying does not help
The fear of the unknown;
Constantly keeps me on my toes.
I want to know
What the future holds for me
Please, please let it be good
But only time will tell
What my future holds
God knows,
He won’t let me down





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

Finishing Strong

…………..A new Dawn

The year 2008 slowly draws to a close
As things wrap up, another book has been written
And the final chapter is about to end.
Looking back on the memories and events,
There will be smiles and sighs
We all have something to celebrate and something to improve on.

Looking through my album
I am taken adrift
There’s Yemisi in her dazzling white wedding gown
Unfortunately that picture became smeared with tear drops.
She painfully carries the remains of a marriage that didn’t happen

That’s just one story from the album of 2008
How about when Obi was avoided like a plague by all the employers
Or when Mrs Jacobs was left to pick up the pieces of her broken home
Never in my life, had I thought life could be so unfair!

In spite of all this, nothing eludes the Master’s touch.
Absolutely nothing!
2009 marks a new beginning
An opportunity for new life, new success and new joy to burst forth
It’s a chance to take another stab at life and rewrite your story
Let your willingness to be free from pain and sorrow soar high

The past is the past but the future begins now
Be refreshed with strength from above
Let God help you compensate for the wasted time.
Start a new leaf with God, no more bench-warming
Take a step and be involved in the kingdom
Let all believers spice up the world around them;
Let your light shine for others to followlife is only as difficult as you make it to bewhy worry when you can pray?
Forge ahead, finish strong and break through into the new year.
It’s a new dawn, a new page and a new story.

© The poets voice~~~ December 2008, All rights reserved.

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history.
With your bitter, twisted lies.
You may trod 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 haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard.
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines,
Diggin' in my own backyard.

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.

I rise


I rise


I rise.



By Maya Angelou







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This poem really inspired me when I read it. It talks about having self confidence and knowing that no matter how much dirt life shoves on you, be confident that you will RISE!



Enjoy...



© The poets voice~~~ December 2008, All rights reserved.