when her heart began to hurt, she would say out loud, "let not your heart be troubled." peace and serenity would soon follow. the profound effect of those words on her soul instantly drew my attention. and though she has now gone home, her words remain. so today, i share:
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It was one fine day in January,
when I saw the world my way,
unfamiliar to me,
it was on that ninth day.
The weather was nice,
the air was pleasant
and I was so happy
on that day in 1914.
Although some time pass throughout my life
and days went by in May
I only keep my head up high and smile
and keep humming along my way.
Unfaired I was so many a times
I lost count saddened saying:
shoot, shoot - have mercy Lord,
I walk the walk; I stayed the course
my heart may hurt.
my face may thirst
even when those may hurt me.
Have mercy, Have mercy, Oh God I say
have mercy on those who plot to hurt me
when those say I do not care
made promises and went away.
I fight and tried my best each day
and every day my best God bless,
was just a test.
June, July and August.
then September rolled around.
Will it change in September?
November was the same all around.
I've reached more time for better,
that better I should have gained.
The blessings that was given
was not given in vain.
I see them in all my children.
I see them in all their children,
and their children's children'
children is all the same.
Everyone got notice the same time,
and same so many did not come
to see me on my send off.
While fighting to regain my ground
I tried to please so many,
but so many I could not change.
I know I did it my way,
and that I'm not ashamed.
I've jumped over banister and palings
and yes, fences too ...
and ducked and hide in pain with
Sam, John, Linda, Ann, Mark, Eddie
and Millicent too, even in the rain.
Running down the road for dear life
on Allen's land bridge gap
in black rock, St. Michael's, Barbados;
plans changed from St. Croix to Boston, Mass
the travel was long
620 I stayed and after some time, I cried.
Some times those days were so lonely
and it was so cold.
Going from the window to the porch
was not an easy stroll
I found my way to Georgia
that's Douglasville first, of course
and then returned to Boston
620 dropped off at 201.
My love can never end;
not even when you frown.
I didn't forget October
or February because it did rain.
Which wasn't sad or anything
all, but all the same.
Remember your creator in all your days.
Remember who fall the rain;
Remember that each day is not a promise
or a portion to each the same;
But live in life with love. Not strife;
so much we all can gain.
December, oh December;
when will I see you again?
So please, "Let not your heart be troubled."
Even when it may seem the end.