The Day

The Day is at hand,
it comes quickly to man
with no warning or signal, itll move over the land,
better plan, better yet
better prepare your soul,
if the truth be told.

Like a thief in the night
as the clubs just hit that hour
when folks have packed the place tight,
Hell come in glory & power.
Wont matter much about hair-dos,
your new shoes, your ride or them tight clothes,
if the truth be told.

Wont matter much about your nails or them diamond stud earrings,
all of that bling bling or that sparkly toe ring.
Wont matter much about that house in wealthyville
or those gold teeth jammed in your grill
or how getting rich off of addicts gives you a thrill
because soon it just wont matter too much though,
if the truth be told.

Take a listen and youll see that what is...wont soon be.
Therell be no more separation of class, race or skin.
No more, the rich only get that & the poor only this
because Judgment will begin.
See, all the stuff that we accumulate will soon rust & fade
and it wont matter much what you bought but what you gave away; love, money & time. Can you spare it?
Can you feel it? The Day is near.
Why are we sitting back twiddling our thumbs & leaving tasks undone?
When we know in our souls that surely... He will come.



Plane Speaking
In a dream...
I made three paper airplanes.
I pushed them into the breeze
where the wind caught em & carried them away.

The first one landed on top of an old tire hanging in a park
littered with used needles & vials left by the lost after dark.
It fluttered for awhile before it was glimpsed by a man
who had awakened from sleep atop a bench and with his hand
he unraveled the paper plane & read what it said.
He jerked his head around then laughed, shaking his head.
Suddenly, laughter turned into sobs as he swallowed the truth.
He took inventory of his life...a lonely life filled with much booze.
Later that day, he determinedly pushed his ol rusty cart past the liquor store and walked into a church...into a life changed evermore.

The second one landed on the railing of a bridge...one rainy night,
where it caught the eye of a woman dangerously poised & ready for flight.
She stepped down off the edge, propelled by the sight
of the paper plane way up here...alone with her.
Tears dropped as she read words that pierced her soul.
She felt a tug in her heart & a twinge of hope.
She thought that maybe the circumstances werent really that bad
that would cause one to jumpthere were other choices she had.
So she decided to live & to give life another chance.
Then she walked away from death clutching the paper in her hand.

The last one came to rest in a dead tree far, far away.
In a village void of life, no laughing children at play.
No vegetation or running water, just lost souls with sad eyes
wondering why was it like this. This hunger, these diseases,
its too much for me. Why me? Asked the young girl to herself
as she searched for food for her family.
She didnt know how much longer she could handle it.
Then she saw the paper plane in the tree
& grabbed it for she was curious to see...what was inside it.
The plane contained words never heard, never spoken by
anyone for if they tried, theyd surely die.
But her heart took a leap and her pulse was racing.
This truth she was facing made her think & believe
in something she never imagined much less even seen.
So she looked up and suddenly didnt feel so... alone.
Then she hid the paper down inside her shirt and ran home.

I awoke with a start & saw a paper airplane sitting on my windowsill...
peacefully silent and perfectly still.
Startled, I touched it just to see if it was real.
Seeing that it was, I opened it and read words powerful & true.
They were simply:

I care about you
Love, Jesus


Black Woman part III

Young sistah,
Why do you seek your babys daddy on national television?
Why do you show thousands your hurt & humiliation?
Why should you even have to guess?
Why are you so obsessed with sex?
Sex isnt love. Why are you still confused?
Why do you think that afterwards, you feel dirty & used?
Stop collecting babies as if they were stuffed toys.
Stop running after love.
Theyre not knights in shining armor... theyre just immature boys.

Young sistah,
You have potential. Dont you know who you are?
You are Gods little girl. One of His twinkling stars.
He loves you more than you could ever realize,
more than you could ever imagine, just open your eyes.
You have a destiny, a purpose for your life & then some.
Dont you know to whom you belong or where you came from?
Seek the face of Jesus. He wont require payment of your flesh or make you feel sad or put you through all kinds of tests that teach you nothing-never bringing out your best.
Just the opposite. Jesus is love and He gives you peace.
Peace from living in the projects.
Peace from the pressures of sex.
Courage to just say no. Love to take care of yours.
And if he aint helping you to raise His, let him go girl.
Before you decide to sleep with your love, think about this: Is he worth your losing freedom to go as you will?
Like the movies or the mall whenever you feel?
Is he worth your education? Your high school degree?
Though most promise to go back to school, only a few actually do.


Young sistah,

What I want to stress to you is that there is no judgment here.
Weve all been there.
Jesus forgives all sins. Just be honest and sincere.
No matter what your situation, no matter what youre going through,
when no one else is there to care, Jesus loves you.
So raise your kids under Gods law and pray & seek what His plans are...for you.
See, what youre now seeking isnt found in the current sin that youre in.
It isnt found under the sheets of your latest boyfriend.
The love & peace that youre seeking is only found in God.
Period. Seek Him first, for you are Gods precious child.
He is the answer. Hes the reason that youre breathing today.
So dont give up on your future cause there is another Way.

Young sistah, black princess...stand up...dry your tears, cause He hears.
Black princess, rejoice...lift up your voice...its your choice.
Choose wisely...choose God.
Your life will never be the same. No more shame.
Cause youre free.
Free to paint, free to sing, free to dream, free to dance.
Take a chance.
You are worthy.
You are strong.
You are beautiful and
you are loved
by our Holy & merciful Father in Heaven above.