LIFE 'S A FLOWER BED

The flower bed of life are a

mixture of very delicate flowers.

Some petals are easily blowned away

with the slightest burst of wind.

Life life, flowers are not always rooted

in fertile ground, nor are they always

deeply rooted. In some cases their roots

are shallow and planted in unproductive soil.

Life life, one of the most beautiful

of all flowers, the rose, are attached

to long stems, with penetrating

thorns that will inflict pain.

I would suggest that like a flower

bed, careful planning of life soil

should be properly treated, the thought

process should be properly seeded.

Our direction should be properly

motivated and our intentions should

be deeply rooted, to ensure that

we are not deterred from our journey.

We are ultimately responsible for our own

flower bed. Whether it becomes a bed of

roses with painful thorns or a beauty that

will enhance our lives is the question.

It is my hope for humanity, that we have

become mature and advance enough to

deal with the pain and growth that is

generated from the penetrating thorns of life.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding

Copyrighted 2009

Lend Me Your Ears

I am always talking to the wall.

My voice appears to vibrate in the wind.

When asked to explain what I said,

I have to start all over again.

Lend me your ears that I may share

with you my thoughts.

I am eager to impart with you something

other then what I brought.

The material things you seem to enjoy,

silver and gold and flora ensemble.

I seek only to enjoy your company

and for that I am truly humble.

Lend me your ears that I might

share with you my childhood dreams.

All the things I longed for but could not own.

I have learned the true value of simple things.

I have learned that to listen is to learn.

I have given thoughts to those without ears.

Value of words to those who listen is a gem.

I have been far from the truth, and yet so near.

I finally discovered the secret to life's success.

The inner voice of the soul is in control.

I now listen with serious intentions,

and marvel at the stories untold.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding

Copyrighted 2009

A Preacher's Life

One of choice would be easy to say.

That is not the case in most assignments.

True ministry requires God's intervention,

and must be blessed with God's consent.

Man's belief that fortune and fame,

is acquired by the use of his own power.

Religious ministry works only in God's name,

and not in the hands of cowards.

What man does not understand,

he has no power of his own.

Through the ages he has tempted God's hand,

but God's plan cannot be undone.

The devil knows that hell is his home.

He seeks to corrupt as many souls as he can.

In the end, the devil and the corrupt stands alone.

The God of Heaven and earth is still in command.

The Preacher's journey is a perilous one,

his life is not his own.

Delivering the message as it is written,

is his goal until God calls him home.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding

Copyrighted 2009

PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA

He has been elected by a higher source

to travel this road less travelled,

with the true willingness to confront

the demons of centuries past.

He has picked up the banner of

those who have given their lives

that he might have this great

opportunity to share his dreams

without regard for color or class.

He brings to the world a vision

of unity and equality, a united

America, that will serve as a beacon

for all of those that seek access to

to these shores.

He dreams of a world that provides

safety without the threat of war, where

there are no longer the disenfranchised,

where no one will be denied their basic

needs of life, where there are no closed doors.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding

Copyrighted 2009

A Field Of Music

When I was young, I would

spend large amounts of time

walking between the corn

rows listening to the wind as

it made those melodic sounds.

When I became a man, I

remembered those sounds. I

discovered that it contained the

violin, piano and the heavenly

harp that produced soft melodies.

I don't recall loud horns or

big drums. I remembered that the

music flowed evenly. I recalled

asking myself, how was this

possible.

From above the clouds a voice

shouted! Your mind was in tune

to musical instruments of nature,

a symphony that I had created

just for you.

As a child you mind was clear

and your heart was pure, which allowed

me to commune with you through a

field of music.

It is good that your spirit has remembered

me. I continue to walk with you down the

corn rows of life.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding

Copyrighted 2011

The Journey

A great distance we have traveled

on land and sea,

with tidal waves and winds

of rage, placing

our lives in jeopardy.

This hazardous journey

and leap of faith,

has brought us to this land,

where the sun shines bright and

the days are filled with grace.

We give thanks to he who guided us

with keen eyes and mighty hands.

He carried us through the tidal waves

to such a place of beauty

amidst the perils of the raging wind.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding

Copyrighted 2011

Poetic Verses: The Journey

Poetic Verses: The Journey: "A great distance we have traveled on land and sea, with tidal waves and winds of rage, placing our lives in jeopardy. This hazardous journe..."

The Journey

A great distance we have traveled
on land and sea,
with tidal waves and winds
of rage, placing
our lives in jeopardy.

This hazardous journey
and leap of faith,
has brought us to this land,
where the sun shines bright and
the days are filled with grace.

We give thanks to he who guided us
with keen eyes and mighty hands.
He carried us through the tidal waves
to such a place of beauty
amidst the perils of the raging wind.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011

Poetic Verses: Life's A Flower Bed

Poetic Verses: Life's A Flower Bed: "The flower bed of life are a mix of very delicate flowers, their petals are easily blown away with the slightest wind shift. Like life, fl..."

Life's A Flower Bed

The flower bed of life are
a mix of very delicate flowers,
their petals are easily blown away
with the slightest wind shift.

Like life, flowers are not always
rooted in fertile ground and they are
not always deeply rooted. In some
cases, their roots are shallow and
delicately planted in unproductive soil.

Life life, the rose, one of the most beautiful
of all flowers, it is attached to long
stems with penetrating thorns that
can and will inflict pain if not properly
handled.

I would suggest that like a flower bed,
careful planning of life soil should
be properly treated, the thought
process should be properly seeded.

Our direction should be properly
motivated and our intentions should
be deeply rooted, to ensure that we
are not deterred from our journey.

We are ultimately responsible for our
own flower bed. Whether it becomes a
bed of roses with painful thorns, or a
beauty that enhances our lives is the
question.

Have we become mature and advanced
enough to deal with the pains of growth
from the penetrating thorns of life?
That should be the question.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011

Poetic Verses: Inner Observations Of Oneself

Poetic Verses: Inner Observations Of Oneself: "I sometimes lends my ears to the silence, where I can hear nothing in your world. It is important to be alone with oneself, in order to obs..."

Inner Observations Of Oneself

I sometimes lends my ears to the silence,
where I can hear nothing in your world.
It is important to be alone with oneself,
in order to observe the true mirror image
of the reflection we try so hard to conceal.

In order for us to destroy the anger that
lurks within all of us, waiting patiently
for the spark that will send flames flying
recklessly and aimlessly through our lives.

We must allow the creator of all things,
in heaven and in earth to enter our lives. Only
then will the mirror reveal it's true identity.
Only then will we be able to defeat our demons.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H.Gooding
Copyrighted 2011

An Unbeatable Spirit

In the not so distant past, I dare to remember
the long hot summers of toiling in the fields.
Pulling the ripe green corn from their husky beds.
Cuts and scratches that refuse to heal.

There was no shade other then the stalks.
One would have to stay crouched to dodge the sun.
The pain from walking all day, in a bent position,
only the years would reveal the damage done.

Determined I am that my spirit will not be lost,
in this battle being waged by those who abuse.
My back may bend, to straighten no more.
But my spirit will soar and endure.

The legacy I leave to the youth of today,
take no wage for that which burns inside.
You may shed your blood and your tears in
your struggles, in the end your spirit survives.

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2011