THE ART OF LEARNING

Our destiny is not always kind to us,
sometimes it points in the direction
of a path travelled less.

Our inspirational journey with it's
flickering flames shines bright in our darkest
hours, teaching us and preparing us for the test.

Those aged books of value, scholars with their
unsavory attitudes, musty odors of historical
building, reflects their process of learning.

Always remember it is our diligence applied to
study, that leads to the fulfillment of our dreams.
In doing so, our minds become more discerning.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009

WE ARE NOT ALONE

Using the nights to hide ourselves,
from those who seek our lives.
Using the day to show ourselves,
to those that will join our fight.

Using the wisdom of time and place,
to do battle in the devil's domain.
Using the book of the historical saints,
to this victory we will lay claim.

For in this battle we are not alone,
our faith over powers our fears.
Our weapons have been carefully honed,
all down through the years.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 20009

"DANCING WITH A STRANGER"

Swiftly we moved across the floor in unison,
bodies swaying to the rhythum  of the music.
We found  ourselves one with nature and each other,
lost in the ectasy of each other's arms.

We met briefly before dancing,
loneliness had over taken us in a crowded place.
We were strangers in the night surrounded by
piercing eyes and fatal calm.

His feet were sure and his hands were strong
as he guided me across the floor.
His smile was pleasing, his eyes were soft and dark.
It was as though he knew my every thought.

No words were spoken, only a nod now and then.
With silence we moved gracefully among the crowd.
His strong hands caress me as we move to the beat
of soul music, I asked myself by whom have been caught.

The music was engaging, as though with intent it
moved us first swiftly and then slowly.  The sounds were
soft and mysterious, as if having a life of it's own.  For
a moment I looked away we were alone.

The crowd was gone, but the music was still playing.
There were no instruments or band members present.
Then out of no where I heard a voice saying wake up
Kathryn, that was my husband calling, I was home.

My husband said I was dreaming.  I was quick to tell him
I had been dancing with a stranger.  Now that  I am awake,
I know that the stranger was you...

Poetic Reflections
By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2000