PICKING UP THE PIECES

As I walked in the cool of the evening,
picking up the pieces of a shackled mind,
a fractured heart, broken dreams, a vision
of turmoil, a future without any expectations,
a body wrecked with pain, a world without 
a friend.

On this  journey without a guide.  A door
way to my answers open.  The voice said walk
no more,  your walk is finished, you are whole
again. The most important phase of your 
life is now complete.

Out of your defeat, came triumph.
The realization that only the Creator can
complete the circle.  I was always with you
on this journey.

Always remember when you feel consumed
and betrayed, on a road without an end, try
walking in the cool of  the evening picking up
your pieces.

Allow the Creator to assemble them.

Poetic Reflections By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009

A FRIEND

How often we forget,
from whence we came,
with all our earthly trappings.

When our house was filled
with worldly goods and
bundles of Christmas wrappings.

The dark days came and
the thunder roared, and
the goods we had no more.

Of those who came and
shared our home,
no longer knocks at our door.

When all was well and
the future seemed bright, and
of plenty there was end.

The one I seldom saw at my table,
or making constant demands,,
I discovered was my friend. 

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003

MY BROTHERS

Unchained ankles,
unchallenged minds,
opportunity beckons
The fields of degradation,
replaced by future anticipation.
For the void is no longer
shapeless or deep,
that which once restricted,
no longer binds.

The shape of our futures
are woven by the golden threads
of wisdom that have always been
a part of our being. Created by
that  which created all things,
Atom for Atom, for we are truly
a part of the universe.

All that supports us and sustains
us, are being provided by he who is
omnipotent and omnipresent.  Hold
our heads high, for we are from
a great source, a great people, a great
pass and we have a great future.
And always remember, we are
BROTHERS!

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003

REMEMBERING THE FOOT STEPS OF MY "MOTHER" ON "MOTHERS DAY"

I have often thought of the path
that my mother took in her life.
I watch with great intensity even as a
child, of the strain and strife.

I watched how humble she was,
even though she was aware of her powers.
She could request anything from God,
and God would respond within the hour.

It was amazing how little she asked for,
always for family, love ones and friends.
She was content with the spirit of God,
she lived for defeating the devil and sin.

I often wondered why she never asked for
worldly things, big houses and diamonds rings.
Why she prayed for her enemies and her friends.
She was preparing her soul to meet the King.

I am truly bless to have had a Mother with
so many gifts, and to be able to remember
her foot steps.

Now all I have to do is walk in them.

This poem is not just for my Mother, but for
all Mothers who have travelled this road of
MOTHER HOOD.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013