I've started getting alot of requests to write poems for various people and events , and I must say , I thoroughly enjoy it, it makes me glad to use words to aid and encourage others, especially in the Body of Christ. Today, I was asked too write a poem for a Baby shower coming up soon.

It's will be the first baby Shower I have ever attended, and I absolutely cant wait to see what it's really like (as opposed to dramatised on-screen versions). I won't be speaking at this event though, so it will be a great opportunity to enjoy the time.

We know the gender of the Baby, and are so thrilled for it to be a girl, there is something just so precious about baby girls, and I wanted to convey that in this piece,

Baby Girl : 

 

There’s nothing like a baby girl, pre-known to the earth

Resting in the Mind of God, before taken in birth.

More precious than carmine rubies, the flowers jewelled in dew.

A graceful pillar intricately made from Heaven’s point of view.

Nothing can be done in life, to inherit a gift so great.

No, it’s not by chance, incidence or fate.

A gentle heart, pure mind and quiet young soul.

God created detail assured, sacredly written on a scroll.

A beautiful life is unfolding, the work continuing still,

Every talent being chosen, every part and skill.

There’s nothing like a baby girl, pre-known to the earth

More precious than sapphire, gold - infinite is her worth.

By Lakechia .B. Jeanne

DoPoetry© Summer 2015

So I was recently asked to write a poem for the FDM Annual Marriage Retreat that our church does, a re-vamping for the couples to come along and be inspired by God to continuously work on their Relationships with God and their Spouse, 

I feel like I know more about marriage than I should  but the process was not overwhelming at all , I postponed it for a while , waiting for the moment that God would give me some inspiration, I'm 19, have never been in-love (except for with Jesus of course ;) - how was little old me supposed to know what to wright for couples who had been married 20+ years ?!

I was starting to feel abit at wits-end, the deadline was soon and I was in the middle of a holiday with my family, in other words, I was completely busy.

BUT. Admist all of the chaos, one morning it just came, I was sitting on a deck chair, took out my phone and wrote it all out. 

Marriage is an honorable state of living , I believe God ordained it for a Man and a Woman, I also believe that it is the bed-rock and skeletal structure for society everywhere. I by no means completely understand the words below , because I have not yet lived it, but I hope that this will shed light on God's view of marriage. I just wrote what I heard,

Here it is : 'Till death do us part'

You promised to love with all your heart,to cherish and obey.
To honour each other with all your lives and conquer come what may.

You promised to share all that you had, in all generosity give.
To lead yourselves in the way of The Cross, honour God in the way you live.

You took to each other two hands to hold, in thoughts, deeds and in heart.
To keep their clasp close to yours and never be apart.

To protect and defend with eternity to end ,
For richer for poorer you promised,
To remember the bond always shared, the annuals never missed.

In health and sickness - you made a vow, the day you said 'I do'.
The love you felt that day indeed was the start of something new,

A family, a life, a purpose hidden eternal through and through.
A love so deep- cannot be found on Earth, but in the heart of God so true.

And in times when that wains, you remember the promise you sealed above,
So that's it not your love that sustains your marriage, but your marriage that sustains your love.

By Lakechia JeanneDoPoetry©

Fiery Red Hair

This poem was inspired by a series I had been watching on the BBC entitled : 'Poldark'
It was such a great series and I was so captivated by the character 'Demelza' - they captured her beautifully.
Demelza, and the land of Cornwall inspired this poem .

* * *

Over and under the Cornish waves

Through and through the meadow paves.

A girl sings, red hair swings, around her willowing frame                                          

Hear the larks as they call her name,                                                                            

Her piercing green eyes light up the night.                                                                   

She looks around, they give me a fright.

On and on the wind blows

At the highest of peaks, indeed she knows.

The Cornish skies and the Cornish hills,

The Cornish cliffs, industries and mills.

The Cornish air, witness does bear,

The Cornish wind through her fiery red hair.

By Lakechia Jeanne

DoPoetry©

The Lord Serenades us with the birds every morning,

Reminds us of His love in the night.

He pierces the darkness keeps us from falling,

Leading us towards The Father of Light.

The richness of His love is too much to take in; 

I am in awe of His wonder,

His grace provides the ability to refuse sin.

I gaze at His sky and ponder;

His goodness, His kind words enriches my soul ,

I fall to my knees overwhelmed.

The lavish Glory He has made available for me

Goes far beyond this ordinary realm.

The world is grey compared

To the glory that lies ahead.

Then we will serenade Him forever and ever, 

For indeed the Bible has said. 

By Lakechia Jeanne - Dose of Poetry©

So it's the 2nd of April - and exactly 1 year since I began this journey with all of you through poetry and lyrical words.
I absolutely do not believe it;
My how things can change in a year.
My scope of time has changed over time, and I am beyond sure that with time , ie: the older you become, the quicker time flies by.
I'm not going to write a poem today, I'm literally just going to Give Thanks, first of all, to God for His amazing ability to work through words to touch hearts and lives all over the world.
My prayer is that, no matter who you are, and what pre-conception and definition you may have of the world, that the words God leads me to write, will impact you in ways I could never ask or think. [Ephesians 3'20].
I'm also aware that not everyone that may be a reader of this blog is a follower of Jesus yet.
I sincerely realise that,  and I hope that the indirect messages presented throughout all my stanzas will lead you to a place of clarity ad light.

If you would have told me a year ago, what #DoPoetry would have become , I would have completely laughed at the thought, but God makes BEAUtiful things out of nothing and this blog hass been a great personal help throughout some of the biggest changes in my life.
The magnitude of it all is totally, and completely beyond me
 God bless you all Xxxx

Every Woman

It's Mothers Day #2015 today (In England at least :) And I must say , I am missing my beautiful mummy more than ever before, its my first Mothers Day -ever , without actually being with my Mummy. It's a huge deal for me. I normally spend weeks making paper chains, and other, various , pink decorations. I get presents and make pancakes- even dinner reservations.

But,

Every year, my mum seems to get out of it somehow. She's wonderful , but not the out-going-type , she absolutely prefers a homemade dinner and normal-routine.

It always ends up frustrating me - and I'm sure that the 'Middleton' Restaurant  back home must know my name for all of the cancellations I've made.

This morning she texted me to say 'It was a strange mothers day without all of the 'fuss'

- It melted my insides.

So... deep, deep down inside, she did like the fuss.

She did like the fact that I got 4 hours sleep on a Saturday evening because I had to make breakfast the next morning, and she loved the cupcakes (that I had not made), and the fact that I always wanted to take pictures of her when we got back from church.

Since the past couple of weeks have been filled with days appreciating Women all over the world, I thought I would share a poem I wrote for an Event in Milton Keynes on Woman's Day 2014.

I was asked to talk about the variety of Women in the community, and I can definitely say that I have had my share of them.

I have been raised by a remarkable group of Strong Women who have invested into my life such a great deal. They consist of family-friends, teachers, Godmothers and relatives ,and some of them don't event know it. They've taught me to love, and laugh , to stand firm and keep smiling. They have had challenges in life that have shaped and refined them in the most painful ways.

They know God - and love with all their heart.

There are elements of each individual that I completely adore, and I'm so blessed to have them in my life .

Every woman of the world,
Different lands,  different tongues.
Every woman in this world,
Though Different songs we have sung .
Though different lives we have lived and different sacrifices have had to give .
Though different roads we have walked and different paths we have stalked.
Though different memories have been made and different treasures have been saved.
Though our eyes have been exposed to the worlds varieties and our ways have been conducted in hierarchical proprieties ...
We are one .
One voice we share ,
One child we care ,
One family we tend ,
One crooked way we un-bend .
You are the survivors, the keepers the thrivers .
You are the makers, untouched by the breakers .
One we are, were and will be.
One we stand under God. You and me.
Every woman of the world,
Different lands, different tongues,
Every woman in this world though different songs we have sung.

- By Lakechia Jeanne

DoPoetry©

The Valentine

If I was to love for what you were to be

I could have loved, but in truth disagree.

The unperfect love you had would see.

My perfect love in present be.

I loved you enough to give you the key,

To eternal love and light in Me.

There is reason to love, look at Calvary

It's not just Me who loves I am one of Three

To love is to know and to know is to be.

I loved you long before you ever loved Me.

By Lakechia Jeanne, Valentines Day 2015

DoPoetry©