God Knows

Hello Everyone,

I want to impress upon you to never feel or think that you are invisible to God or that He can not hear your silent prayers.  He hears and sees you.  He just may not move at the pace we want, but it is out of love for us that He moves at His timing.  His timing is perfect.  So, with that said, here is a poem, I composed for you.

God Knows

You cry inside with tears on the rim of your eyes

You hide your scream in the wind, because you can no longer scream within

You wear a mask so no one will know, parading  an unauthentic smile so that your hurt will not show

He Knows

The leaves on the trees shake because they feel your fear

The wolves slowly creep, they smell you near

They smell your lack of hope, your weakening ability to cope,

they smell the emptiness of your soul, they plan for your fall while creeping low

God awaits to protect you, He already knows

There is no way that you can feel that God can not understand

No problem so big that He can not crush with His Hand

No sorrow so sad that He can not give His peace

No hurt so deep that He can not reach

No seed so small from which flowers can not grow

Nothing so secret that He will not know

God knows you and is always there,

He shows up in so many ways to show how  He cares

He blocks you from danger of which you may never be aware

 If you just have faith the size of a mustard seed

That is all He asks, is just for your belief

No matter what comes and no matter what goes

God is there in advance, because, He already knows

Trueyouness

copyright 2014

I Became

Hello Everyone,

I am posting a poem that I composed.  I hope that you enjoy.

I Became

A quiet wish upon a twinkling star

In the night sky

Night dreams of day dreams parading by 

The softness of a whisper

I wish one by one

I want to reach out

Touching the heart of someone

Provide shade for a woman with child

Waiting in the noonday sun

I want to be a voice in a mind

With no sense of hope

 Outreach, compassion, courage to cope

Self expression through art

An oil painting of my heart

The light began to shine

 Through the window to my face

 I heard a gentle voice  

“In this world you have a place”

I can stand and say

I am that person I wished to be

I am the greatness that I call me

I am the one who goes by my name

I am the dream

 “I became” 

A Tribute to Self-Worth

                                                                                                        Oreadea

                                                                                                      © 2002

 
Never Give Up By Yolanda Adams

Until next time,

Oreadea

 

No Home For Injustice

Hello Everyone,

I want to announce that starting April, I will begin bringing awareness to various news and events of injustice starting every 4th Wednesday of each month to allow the word time to get out about an injustice.  No Home for Injustice is the title of this segment of the blog.  There are so many cases that are not brought to the forefront and they need public attention.  Advocacy is what I have done all of my life and it is something that is my purpose.

I will bring to you stories from around the world of injustices.  Change must begin somewhere, but how about with us.  We must change our attitudes about what happens to others and not always feel that it has nothing to do with us.  We can start to at least care and say a prayer for those that have been hurt by injustice.  As the great Dr. Martin Luther King said in his letter from the Birmingham jail, what affects one directly affects us all indirectly,  this is not an exact quote, but it is close.

Injustice is wrong and it takes awareness and people willing to speak out, write lawmakers, walk the streets in non-violent protest to make change.  If we knock and the door is shut in our faces, we should knock again, if we knock again and the door is shut and then locked, we knock again. 

I hope that you follow every month.

I like to close each blog with a video of meaning.

Until next time,
Oreadea

           Official Hillborough Justice Collective - He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother