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I was on my way
happy, or so I thought.
Had my plans and where I wanted 2 go.
You Had Your plans 2
But I was not Hearing that.
You pursued me and touched me.
My inner being - You spoke.
My Questions - You answered.
My Self Consciousness - You
gave me Confidence.
Shown me I am Worthy.
Loved me Unconditionally.
Watched Me as I slept.
Shielded Me when I knew No Better.
Encouraged Me when I felt like fainting.
Thought of Me - Chastised Me - Covered Me
My Friend. My Comforter. My Peace.
2 You I am Thankful.*

A Dream Deferred

I thought I'd post one of favorite poems, A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore-- And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

The Stalker

Is it - possible - to be - obsessed - with You - ?
To come After You - Pursue You - To Seek You
i think about You all the time.
my mind - Perpetually on You.
Desiring to Spend time
with You - loving on You.
How to please You - don't want You Discontented.
my first thoughts - in the Morning -
my final thoughts at Night -- on You
wanting - more of Your Love.
now that i've tasted - i yearn for more
Never want to Leave You - or - Forsake You.
my supplication -
i humbly come
before the Throne
to ask for You
to Pervade
me with
Your Love.*

The Artist

As i canvass Your Work
and meditate on Your Artistry
i take note of Your Wondrous Creations.
No artist in History has duplicated
Your Brilliance...and...i don't
believe one ever will.
From the Splendor of a cascading
waterfall -
to a mountain majestic...
Your Brush strokes and sculpting are
plainly visible.
a zebra's stripes, a leaf's design, a spider's web -
a fingerprint.
The earth is Your Canvas,
i am Your Clay,
mold me into Your Image.*