a brighter day

a brighter day

is just over the horizon

yes, warm days are

destined to come

no more restless storms

and over-flowing rivers

no more street corners and

dope fiend killers

for a brighter day

is not far away

as long as we stay strong

and remember to pray

and the hungry and starving

will all get their full

the church seats will all be

taken by the faithful

yes, a brighter day

is gonna come

as long as we spread that love

to someone

i'm not giving up

on the drop-outs or illeterates

i won't snitch on those who had to fail

'fore they kicked their habits

for that brighter day

is meant for them too

you never know when

God's watching you

and he forgives you

and he loves us so

he's just waiting for us

you know

and that brighter day

is going change

the mindset of a lazy society

He already forgave

oh a brighter day

is coming again

what a joyful day when we meet

in his Kingdom.

Lord, send down your continued blessings

so the people know.

thank you.

God, bless the children

when i was a child

i played as happily as a child

i laughed hysterically at jokes i didn't understand.

when i was a child

i asked countless questions

i was more trusting of people and i believed their words.

when i was a child

i loved big airplanes, barbies and horse racing

i loved visits to my father on week-ends.

when i was a child

i believed in the tooth fairy and monsters under the bed

i wanted so badly to go to wonderland with alice.

i was more playful

i took more risks as a child

i never broke any promises.

when i was a child

i cherished bedtime stories

i always went to sleep with a night lamp.

when i was a child

i spoke as children do

and i knew my place.

when i was a child

i got punished when i should

but i was never beaten.

i was never tied to a chair and forgotten

i was never put in a microwave or an oven

i was never found in a trash can.

i was never starved or neglected

i was never abused or misused or stomped on

i was never alone.

oh children of today

who are robbed of a wonderful childhood

who are forced to grow up too fast.

who never laugh and know no joy

i love you because i don't know

if i could make it today the way you do.

and all i have are tales

of a woman who was once a child

but has since put away those things.

God, bless the children

please, bless the children.

thank you.

tick tock

1 am in the morning, and i just can't sleep...i'm in New York.

i'm in NY cause i lost my job, i'm in NY cause my grandfather is worsening, i'm in NY cause somehow i feel this is where God wants me to be right now so i'm not afraid.

my second home. being here reminds me of all the reasons why i love this city. why i appreciate the seasons of change.

1:03 and i can't sleep because there is something nagging at me about the way i was "let go" though i know i should let go and Let God.

see, if it weren't for me losing my job i would not be in the position i am right now. i would not be in the position to lend support to my grandmother who really needs it the most right now. as we prepare for the transition into the "home".

i was blaming 'this body' and 'that body' for me being unemployed. thinking 'they'd won'. but right now i don't see any winners. and if it was in God's hands from the beginning i really don't have a need to be worried or fearful.

i'm awake at 1:06 am because i know it takes my grand dad a few tossings and turnings to fall soundly to sleep. i'm awake because i need to be. i'm awake so i could be there in case he needs me. either way, i don't mind.

hope's door? let me in..

why are we so scared?

to step into the light

doesn't our faith guarantee us

that this will end right?

i'm afraid and i don't know

as the world keeps a-shifting

the plates are broken on the table

and there's a big mess in the kitchen.

there's crying somewhere in the world tonight

though i cannot hear from here

i feel the need to say a prayer

and hope that my thoughts reach them.

whoever they are, those unnamed faces

with blood shot eyes and open scars

who'd probably care less about hotels

clothes, cars, or who did what at the bar.

i won't lie it scares me...

as there seems to be no escape

from the torturing and the beatings

no mother's love to keep you warm

or protect you while you're sleeping.

its hard i say to keep the faith

when the world's filled with the faithless

i pray that we can change our ways

and find a way to save the saveless.

life is a short but wonderful journey

life is so precious

life is so grande

you better nourish and water it

the very best you can.

life is so delicate

life is so pure

it can breakdown those walls

let love from you pore.

life is a mystery

a puzzle at times

tomorrow is not promised

but forever is mine.

as i play in His kingdom

as i lay at His feet

what a day of rejoicing

when my Father i meet.

so take this sweet life

and it's presents too

make sure you're living it

the way He wants you to.

i try to.

thank you.

imagine living to be 95 years old! how wonderful that must be! cheers to a great man, who i barely knew but who was also my neighbour.

life is too short not to live it rejoicing!!

so i will lift up a praise and say a prayer tonight for him and for niamh.

be blessed.

i am blessed...aren't i?

i can't lie

i've been feeling

low, lower than

i ever cared to

go, down to

the ground

without a foot

to stand on.

i've been

worked hard

verbally scarred

and never praised

for the things

i do.

not that they

need to. i mean

i woke up

this morning

did the usual

but there was

something unusual

about doing it.

i've let my worries

get the best

of me, i didn't give

praise or even

notice the new

day and fresh dew

i might as well

be blind for not

seeing life's beauty..

not noticing the smells

not listening

to the sounds

of God's music..

those jazzy leaves

crazy country cars

those soul sistas

and those rhythm

and blues guitar winds

that kissed my cheeks

and lifted my spirit

with their passing.

they say God

don't like ugly

but doesn't he?

bajans say

"he coming fah we

cause we sinnin"

but isn't God forgiving?

doesn't he Love

everything?

and everyone.

come on

let's not forget

to big-Him-up one

to give Him praise

give Him his due..won't you?

i think i

should stop

waltzing through

life without giving

praise where i can

i'm a woman

with so much

going on i

gotta share it

with someone

why not try

on earth 'fore

my soul kisses

the sky, it's the

least i can do

i mean, i'm

blessed..

aren't i?

thank you.

oh challenges challenges, challenges, they never go away, but i've learnt how to laugh at you, how to pray and keep the faith, only grave diggers start at the top and it's time i started doing it His way, not mine, and not in my time...

today at work was hard but i made it through by God's grace..

it's hard to let go and let God be in control, but not doing that would be like fighting a losing battle so, i'm letting go..

life is so wonderful, i just don't want to waste a day!

be blessed people and listen to the music..

who moved my cheese?

i understand that i am not meant to understand

and everyday i'm learning that i need not always look to the sky to see you

you are everywhere

in everything

always

when i feel weak

when i feel strong

when i feel in between

it's not just me

but it's you

living in me

gee, i'm lucky.

thank you.

my journey is one that i will look back upon and be proud to see the woman i have become.

my journey will have hills and valleys, dead ends and closed doors that will make me a stronger woman.

my journey will break promises, be late, sometimes early yet be filled with positive energy.

my journey will lead me down long winding twisting turning roads that seem like they will never end but the woman in me will encourage me to carry on, keep going, i'm my own number one fan.

my journey will allow me to recognize when it is right for me and no one else, so please, give me space to learn.

my journey is continuing and i am growing in the meantime.

tonight i am grateful for truth.  

eNErgY

i'm troubled

bothered to the point that i toss and turn in my sleep

doubts and witches and werewolves in my mind creep

and i have a confession

i haven't prayed for days

i haven't asked for guidance

i haven't talked to God

why is it that when i feel weak i find it hardest to talk to you?

am i ashamed? afraid of what you might tell me?

because i know i am not quite at that place where i need to make that decision?

my energy, my inner and outer, my chi

feels like it's had enough already

i'm troubled

can anyone help me?

thank you.

i'm not feeling like the woman i know i am blessed to be..

..the rain this morning was a blessing..

Our Father,

who surrounds me everyday

i've had some things on my mind

that i'd like to ask today..

how did you make the stars

so beautiful and so bright?

that led those wise men to seek

our baby Jesus that night.

the golden sun that shines

and the crystal clear blue sky

the winds that bind us together

the rain that gives new life.

all the animals and creatures

the insects, birds and the bees

the seas and all the waterfalls

the amazon's magic and the trees.

Lord, what was on your mind that day

when you drew up my design?

my eyes, my ears, my mouth and nose

and my pearly whites..

the people and the places

all across this globe

the cultures, classes and religions

and the love that holds..

us together.

the poverty and the illness

God, yes! i question that?

the natural disasters and hurricanes

from Katrina to Iraq?

do you see your people Lord

rapidly destroying themselves?

is global warming really the fault

of an under-educated commonwealth?

and the leaders and the followers

the presidents and the kings

are they living up to your vision

of a good shepherd leading?

Dear Father,

i may never understand

your blueprint for my life

but i know i will be your humble servant

as morning turns to midday turns to night.

forever and ever

Amen.

thank you.

i woke up this morning, head feeling kinda light, it was only then i realised..i grew wings over night...so i have no choice but to soar...

(Go West Indies!)

snatching JOY! (a line from L.M Ross)

he said "this poem is a light"
so i tried to make it shine
with all my might.

and every morning
took it for a walk
listened attentively
when it tried to talk.

kept all of it's secrets
laughed at every joke
forever fascinated
by every word it spoke.

he said "this poem's a lyric song"
so i desperately tried
to sing along.

and script the notes
for the music
compose the score
for others to play it.

they began to sway
to my tune so loud
from two to three
became a crowd.

he said "this is, to me, a blessing"
and i decided to
spread the lesson.

so the world could know
of God's grace
to remind them to believe
even if we don't know his face.

find some quiet time
so your heart could listen
to those sweet psalms
he's always whispering.

he always says to "snatch joy"
so i'm snatching vibes from
the girls and boys

the beautiful people
created by God
i write what i write
just because.

i'm blessed with lyrics,
joy and song
and my light shineth
all year round

so look for me
in the stillness of the night
i'm that big star
shining ever so bright

shining through
the morning's dew
ever shining
upon you.

thank you.

we should all try.