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Peace After the Storm

(A dedication to the memory of my father)

With forehead pressed against yours

I focused on your breath,

The rise and fall of your chest.

I inhaled the man that you were  

Will always be…

Dad,

Granddad,

Hero.

We stood there at your bed

Hearts mingled with joy and sorrow

Faces damp with unending tears

Knowing today

the angels would take you away

We listened, Pandora played

An oh so fitting tune,

                    “The storm is over now.

                      No more sickness.

                      The storm is over now.”

And as the song faded

So did your pulse

As the music ended

A miracle took place

You transitioned  

Right before our eyes

So with forehead pressed against yours

I focused on your breath

The rise and fall of your chest

I inhaled the man that you were  

Will always be…

Dad,  

Granddad,

Hero.

                    “The storm is over now”

And there is peace.

Bishop Clarence G. Collins

Clarence G. Collins

1944 – 2012

Called To Kingdom Things

I know you feel I’ve left you

And your world is crashing in

There is a wall before

And a wall behind

Seems your enemy

Has trapped you in

You’re giving up hope

You’re losing ground

You’re tired of waiting for the dawn

But my spirit that lives inside you

Urges you to carry on

I see your tears

I hear your prayers

I feel the pain you feel

But look inside dear

try and see what I see…

For there’s a promise awaiting you

A dream to be fulfilled

You’re a chosen one

You’re called son

Called to Kingdom things

So, though you feel I’ve left you

Hold to my hands

Your sorrow will soon be over

Your joy will soon begin

You’re a chosen one

You’re called son

Called to Kingdom things

Don’t Quit!

I know your day looks dim.

If it ain’t this

Then it’s something

else                   rising

And you’re perpetually waiting,

Waiting for the dawn to appear;

Heart longing for a glimmer of hope

But Hope refuses to draw near.

She escapes you…

Like a virgin clinging to her innocence

And you, like a raging hormonal feen,

Your left aching;

Aching for the void in you to end,

Aching for something new to begin.

But let me remind you, my friend…

The night gets darkest right before dawn

So, as long as you don’t quit,

You can rewrite this ballad

and sing a happier song

For though Hope eludes you

Perseverance will wink

and blow you a kiss

And with a reassuring voice

She’ll whisper,

“Hun, you can get through this.”

A Salvation Story

A young man came to me

He had tears in his eyes

He said,

      “Oh, with all this pain

        I only wish that I could die.”

I asked him,

        “Why is it you feel this way?”

He replied,  

       “In my situation, I feel I’m bound to stay.”

And as he continued, I felt his pain in my heart

So, I looked up to heaven for something to impart

He pleaded,

        “How can I rise  

         From the despair that I’m in?

         I’m lost and confused,  

         Wanna end this life of sin.

          But I feel so trapped on this path!

          I need someone to pray.

          Intercede on my behalf,

          So the Lord can change my way.”

After I listened

With my heart bent low

Feeling as the Lord must have  

Taking up men’s sorrow,

I grabbed him by the shoulders  

And with him, I wept

Knowing not so long ago

I was enslaved at that depth

And we stood there,

Finding peace  

In each other’s embrace;

While I renewed my vows

And he accepted God’s Grace.

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Thank God For My Child

She’s my ‘lil angel sent from above

My precious ‘lil bundle of love

But when I looked at her hands and feet

And realized just how much she needed me…

Responsibility gripped me with fear.

I loved her, love her still

But the enemy snuck in  

With what’s classified:

                            Postpartum Syndrome

(It’s not faked or imagined  

by women to receive attention)

No. It was real!

A sense of despair was all I could feel!

But isn’t it funny?!

Now I miss those ten ‘lil fingers and ten ‘lil toes

Cause they don’t cling to me as much anymo’

I miss those ten ‘lil fingers and ten ‘lil toes

Cause oh! How those fingers and toes have grown

My precious ‘lil child is now taller than me

God has blessed her intelligent ‘lil mind  

With great dig ideas…

And isn’t it funny?!

What the enemy may use to destroy you,

God uses to build your character;

For where there was depression

God’s restored my joy and laughter.

Thank God for my child!

babyaliyah

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