(Poem – The Awakening below )
This is Mental Health Week UK (13-19th May) and Mental Health Month (May) USA
As we all know, there is a knock on effect to problematic issues that happen in our childhood. Thought patterns more often than not become “twisted” due to feelings of anger, revenge or seeking retaliation. Anger and negativity is projected on other people who remind one the abuser.
Some young people join gangs for affirmation, acceptance and love as a result.
The beginning of the healing process is when one realises they have a problem and are willing to confront it head on and seek help.
Hopefully bringing awareness to such issues will cause many to do just that; self-assess, acknowledge a problem, resolve to face it through options available including support. This is because without doing so the future is bleak and potential for greatness and a bright future is never tapped into or realised.
Let those of us who can do our part; Raising Awareness Saves a destiny <> Saves a life
Razor is my man, loves me and calls me “son”. speaks to me like a Father so I joined his gang “Blades in the Hood”, sooner than later.
My boy self was chained tight to papa, crying like a sissy every night, since he slammed the door shut, his face never again to see.
I lie… I see his face still… even at night curled up like a child.
I see his face in grown men
withering in pain,
begging for mercy,
everytime our knives and guns do their thing…target their prey.
And I hear the laughing voice in my head “pay back time!”. Feeling like superman, chains unlocked and riding high…
But …but another voice like mama’s rings louder “life is a lie, get help now!”
Life is a lie, I need help now!
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Arise and March on!
Let your actions speak louder than your words. We can desire to change the world, do our part for humanity, speak about it, shout to the roof tops, but honestly what good is it if our hands remain fastened by our sides, our bodies as the walking dead?
Arise and March on!
If indeed your soul is awakened to its calling, singing the song of liberation and riding on the joy train of purpose, it is time for action, O soldier of potential, master of unique purpose.
The journey may be long and hard, but as you put on the full armour of the Most High you will overcome fear and join the ranks of victorious labourers.
Arise and March on!
“For God has not given us a spirit offear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. “ (2 Tim. 1:7)
“11 Put on all of God’s armor so that you will be able to stand firm against all strategies of the devil.12 For we[a] are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places.” (Eph.6:11-12).
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This poetic prayer-psalm reflects on God as a Father who requires that his children care for the vulnerable, needy and afflicted in society. As they do so, it pleases Him…He enjoys “Sitting & Watching”.
Pleasing God through obedience in His requirement to inter-relate in love results in us being blessed with heavenly blessings that includes God’s presence as well as answered prayers.
21Those who accept my commandments and obey them are the ones who love me. And because they love me, my Father will love them. And I will love them and reveal myself to each of them… 23Jesus replied, “All who love me will do what I say. My Father will love them, and we will come and make our home with each of them.(John 14:21,23 NLT)
This is a realistic message from someone to another … they say (the title) “For Your Rising Alone, I Care to Rejoice…” what do they mean? Read on:
I’ve been on a journey of liberation that you want not.
Yet come with confusion, pour it like libation upon my peace haven.
Think I care? No, I do not!
I’ve been moving forward, but you will not.
Yet you come with your words of regression, like a plank of obstruction upon my mansion.
Think I rejoice? No, I do not!
I fly on wings of hope to fulfil purpose, ignoring detractors and shaming haters, but you refuse to try.
Yet you complain as one in pain that I live not in your abyss of normality nor wear your cloak of mediocrity.
In secret you pray for my paralysis and work to bind me with hot chains of judgement.
I bleed not from your daggers in my heart, for I care not.
It’s for the loss of you that now I bleed tears, but for the hope of your rising that I care to rejoice.