Before entering into published writing, this piece was written to my Mother. It was on the 15th day of July in 2012. Through journaling over the years, it’s interesting to note the times and dates. These details, along with surrounding events, help preserve thoughts and emotions. It captures not only the moment, but also the exact time at 9:25 PM. Still, today I remember the event vividly, as if it were just last week. I found myself sitting up in bed, sobbing in the presence of God asking guidance and inspiration. Divine help was needed to write a special piece of poetry for her.

The writing aimed to convey spiritual truths learned from hardship. It prompted a reflection on the selfless love received over the years. This love was both comforting and aggravating. This realization fostered a need to express gratitude. It was essential to transform emotions into words. These words honor this unwavering support while revealing a deeper understanding of love’s complexity against God’s infallible truths.

SHOWERS OF MERCY

You are my mother and for that I am very grateful to God

As He custom made the dew

As you trained me up in the way I should go

That radiant child you used to know

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN THINKING

What kind of child will this be

And what will be the fruit for me to see

As the gift began to open

a merry heart with a new pearl

for the reward of the womb

Is to be a pleasure

The little girl was truly a treasure

Soon to be in a fog, the road traveled

With you mama

“Off to a new horizon” I heard the wind call

The innocence of youth seduced with flattering words

Riding on the wings of deceit

“I have to go mama”

With that familiar sparkle

Unaware the snares were lying in wait

A new falsehood was calling

This little girl didn’t know how soon her world could be falling

Mama, could you help me?

She would soon be asking

“YES DARLING”

A reflection of you mama

A strong will

Never realizing foundation reality

I chose folly and carnality

That was my word

Finally given up to God

MY MAMA’S CHOICE

The gates of hell were opened

An authorization to walk thru the enemy’s camp

Who would seek my soul For eternity’s hell

God’s interventions would become so plain

My story to tell

GONE FORTH WISDOM SPOKEN

Somehow never heard

I went on learning yet still not discerning

The frailty of the bird. My wings had been clipped

Mama, where did you go? As tears fell

Blow by blow I kept thinking, Mama would you help me

Unknowing you had sent me the best

You knew that God would always be true

That there had to be a test

Although changed forever & memories lost

Will I always remember the cost?

Of a spiritual warfare Fought on a field of supernatural realities

Many have known, & many will die in youth

A plan of deception. So subtle, mama, the enemy can

Turn our affection. Already in despair he designs the kill

A family even crippled ~ does anyone care?

GOD’S POWER IS GREATER

God chose to send his mercy On the wings of love

I was pardoned, forever freed

And you mama – A SHOWER OF MERCIES

A STANDARD OF WHAT A MOTHER SHOULD BE