Innerviews

This poem came to me as I was reading 

Proverbs 2:1 which talks about storing up wisdom.

I started thinking about storage containers. 

I asked myself how was my 

storage container of wisdom coming?

If my soul were on display

I wonder what my friends would say?

Oh my, I thought she had more within,

But her inner holiness is oh so thin.

The outward form of her is warmly bold,

But, the inward part is skinny and cold.

She looks well put together on Sunday morn,

But inside she is raggedy and torn.

She speaks of love and heaven oh so well.

But her soul is filled with thoughts from hell.

Dear God my soul is on display

God, You see my thoughts both night and day

Please change me Lord my soul renew

So that my interior is aligned with You.

Our Architect

Our Architects

Our great great mothers couldn't build high towers,

So they took their architectural skills and built women of Power.

Their words provided the inspiration 

To look to God to be our foundation

Don’t take no mess, do more with less 

Be determined my child you’re buiding a nation

Stand up straight, sit up tall,  

Don’t try to make yourself look small

The infrastructure the tested steel 

Was their belief that God was real.

The sturdy beams that held the roof 

Was the fact they survived the brutal route. 

The cold angry waves of the Atlantic

Made us stronger and they did not panic. 

The lash, the whip slavery’s position 

Put us in a poor condition. 

Yet through those awful terrible years

 Somehow they knew that God was near. 

Their faith was forged in furnace hot, 

Their backs were bent, Their minds were not. 

They passed along a wealth of wisdom 

Words guiding us with deft precision.

And now we’re built our edifices  tall

Our architects’ words within our walls.

Composed by

Patricia Simpson Newton

February, 2019