Poem: Whisper

Whisper

By: Joi Maree Flowers

Waiting for the thunder to roar

Or the fire to ignite

An act of a miracle

Or a flash of lightning's strike

To be a sign

Of God's presence

In the midst

Of where we are at the moment we seek His instructions

But it is not in those moments

And not because of those happenings

That his nearness will be confirmed

But in the stillness of silence

When we least expect His presence

Like a cool breeze

On a Summer's night

That a soft voice

Will speak into our ears

In the tone of a whisper

And it will be

God

There

Shoulder to shoulder with us

Reminding us that

He was with us

And had always been

Closer than we thought

But we were too busy

Waiting on the loudness of His arrival

Not realizing all along

He was with us

By our side

Every step of our journey

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Poem: A Blessing It Is

A Blessing It Is

By: Joi Maree Flowers

Such a blessing it is to be

Alive

And

Able

To be summoned again at dawns rising

To awake

And rise

Not held by sleep's drift

Into death's slumber

Such a blessing it is to be

Needed

And wanted

To complete an assignment by God

For his will

And purpose

As destiny would have it

Written before our knowing

Such a blessing it is to be

Seen

And received

As a blessing to someone in need

To aid

And help

As one neighbor

To another

Such a blessing it is to be

Chosen

And loved

By our Father above

To be given time

To continue in this life

To continue to live our purpose

Because it is not yet our time to die

Amen

Poem: As I Am

As I Am

By: Joi Maree Flowers

I am stronger than my weaknesses

Higher than my lows

Content on my being

And held captive not by my woes

I am originated from the Creator's design

Chiseled by His perfect hand

To look not like those around me

And dare not be reconstructed by the hands of man

I am the seed planted into the earth's soil

Nurtured by the water of prayer

And the radiance of hope's light

Blooming into the beautiful flower welcomed by the kiss of Spring's cool air

I am she who will conquer

I am she who will stand

Even if the only voice that acknowledges me is silent

And no applause comes from so-called supportive hands

I am the blues in the midnight hour

The tears that fill the rising river

The loneliness of rejected lust

That finds a smile upon dawn's enter

I am the girl who was

The woman that became

Never to before be the same

For change is what brought me to this day

I am who I am

Flawed and stained

Strengthened by my faults

Beautified by my name