Strong and Graceful Oaks

Strong and graceful oaks dance in the waves of the wind
For the LORD has planted them near the water.
Their descendants are known and seen above many,
Their leaves seem never thinned
And in their paths lie no dishonor.
The LORD and His favour has come, it has been brought to us here;
My soul is renewed.
So those who have ears, let them hear
Before the day all actions are viewed.
My mind is restored and offered up in glory.
Let this be the start
Our one and only our Resurrection story.
Our prayer, is a willing heart.

-Inspired by Isaiah 61

By Lakechia Jeanne ©

I wrote this poem during the summer , I normally keep my poems in a diary , a special place where all my thoughts and emotions, prayers and answered revelations are kept and stored.

I feel that there will be a time and place in my future where God will want me to look back over the past moments and memories and learn and grow and enrich my spiritual storage.

I often find, when glancing at past memoirs, I am really able to find in myself a source of gratitude , and having tangible and concrete proof of past experiences to the present-day helps in my expression of gratitude to God.

I never read my diary entries - 

That are close to the existing time.

It just feels wrong, For the phase incomplete

Must be read at my prime.

But there will be a time when I'll read and read;

When I'll relive the memories of the past.

And reminisce on the emotions of before,
The times that did not last.

That time is getting closer still, but today is not that day.

So I'll close the book, keep it safe and pack it far away.

By Lakechia Jeanne ©

I am most definitely a home-town girl. I have been all my life , but moving to a new city and a new place has really brought out characteristics in me that I never knew I had.
I've had to make decisions by myself and become responsible for everything I do. However I feel like all of the lessons I have been taught by my mum, especially and all of my family and friends over the years are finally being put to test. I have had to get out of my own comfort zone and I get to spend more time with God than ever before - its amazing. And being on this new journey makes me anticipate for the future.

Many thing are new, and artifacts are old
Many faces contain clues, their secrets untold.
And though I stand clear of strangers here and there.
I struggle to find one near. A friend just and fair.
The skies are grey and dusty, the pearly whites have gone.
But in time we'll see the sun, again as it once shone.


By Lakechia Jeanne ©