Friday, January 17, 2014

THE MAIN INGREDIENTS

The application of salt and pepper
and other delectable spices added
to the food of your choice, would
satisfy your taste buds. To consider
the application of spiritual enlightenment
for your soul are thoughts you refuse 
to entertain.

And yet you call yourselves Christians.

By who's authority do we claim these
earthly cravings.  Who is the grower
of these earthly seeds that spread
through out our being, that entices
our carnal sides?  Why are the 
ingredients of darkness so deeply
imbedded in our being, when we 
were created from the light.

And yet we call ourselves Christians.

Why are we so comfortable at the table
of indecisiveness?  Why are we so enthralled
with the devil's servers at the devil's banquet?
Blinded by the devil's enticing glitter rapped
in high heel shoes, short skirts and bling.

Or could it be the pointed toe shoes, three
piece suits and the sharp tongues that appears
to be trained in the Biblical truths.  Why not
try coming to a banquet of Praise and Worship
where Jesus is Lord.

But to do that you would  have to read
the Biblical menu to acquire the cooking
skills in order to prepare yourself for
God's banquet, if your intentions are focus
on being a participant instead of a spectator.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Poetic Verses: I AM

Poetic Verses: I AM: I think, therefore I am. I am, therefore I exist. I exist, therefore I have purpose. I have purpose, therefore I must function. I must ...

To My Wife On Christmas Day

How often I wondered what it would have been 
like sitting in front of the fire place,
sipping champagne
and eating caviar.

Holding hands, looking into each others eyes,
admiring the beautifully decorated tree.
Listening to Christmas carols
by our favorite star.

The sharing of pass and present experiences
that completely engulfed our minds and spirit.
Sharing the good, bad and sad times,
the thought of gracefully growing old.

The passion that we fought so hard to hide,
camouflaged by a true friendship
that grew deeper over the years,
with and obvious need to bare our souls.

I am truly thankful for you, and
for God's Mercy and his Grace that
he has given us all through the years.
Forty eight years to be exact.


Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Poetic Verses: I AM

Poetic Verses: I AM: I think, therefore I am. I am, therefore I exist. I exist, therefore I have purpose. I have purpose, therefore I must function. I must ...

I AM

I think, therefore I am.
I am, therefore I exist.
I exist, therefore I have purpose.
I have purpose, therefore I must function.

I must function, therefore I must
seek clarity of my purpose for existing.
I grow in increments, therefore I must retain.
That which I retain, I must endeavor to understand.

With wisdom and clarity of purpose,
I will begin my journey.
I pray that at the end of my journey,
my destiny will have manifested itself.

Only then can I say with some degree of
absolution, my existence has not been in vain.
In my world of mediocrity I will have  created
some small space of harmony from discord.

From diversity, an array of mixed blessings
will have been planted for a future generation.

Because I Am

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013

Poetic Verses: TRUE FRIENDS AT CHRISTMAS

Poetic Verses: TRUE FRIENDS AT CHRISTMAS: How often we forget from whence we came, with all our earthly trappings. When our house was filled  with worldly goods and bundles of ...

TRUE FRIENDS AT CHRISTMAS

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 bright and of
plenty there was no end.

The one I seldom saw at my table,
or making constant demands,
I discovered were my friends.

I am bless to have true friends
on Christmas.  

And God is my best friend.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013