Invictus – YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

I want to share this beautiful and poignant poem that I came across on poetreecreations.org. I’ve never heard of or read this poem until now. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

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Invictus – which the former South African president Nelson Mandela read to fellow prisoners in Robben Island jail

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Downpour…

The rain came suddenly, in a heavy downpour,

an exhilarating feeling, that awakened my core.

This may have ruined many a person’s day,

but I was thankful for the renewal that came my way.

Each raindrop, gently cleansed my soul,

and restored some of the hope that fate has stole.

For the rain is God’s way of pouring down His love,

as only He can from heaven above.

Leaving everything glistening, alive and new,

life’s hidden clues become inspiration-infused .

The downpour will come and make everything fresh,

while awakening the soul and cleansing the flesh.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

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What Did You Do?…

What did you do to deserve me you ask,

well only God knows the truth.

But you must have done something right,

and our meeting is positive proof.

Everything in life happens for a reason,

even the most unexpected connection.

I couldn’t be happier that it was you,

for whom I have such a strong affection.

What did you do? You can’t understand,

why God has blessed you so greatly.

Especially when you know deep down inside,

you haven’t done much for Him lately.

But God knows your heart, as only He could,

when you don’t even know it yourself.

That’s why He saves the best for last,

hiding it way up high on a shelf.

High enough so others can’t reach it,

for it was only meant for you.

So, think about that, the next time you’re tempted,

to ask, what did you do?

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Getting to Know You…

Getting to know you is going to be fun,

could it be that God has sent me the one?

The one who will love and cherish me always,

The face I will awaken to for many blessed days.

A face that is serious but handsome as well,

I wonder about the tales that your thoughts could tell.

Thoughts that I hope are often of me,

and our future possibilities.

We click so well, we’re a natural fit,

like a pitcher’s ball to a catcher’s mitt.

Hopefully, our love will never strike out,

there is so much we have to talk about.

Our sense of humor fits well together too,

I can’t wait to share more laughter with you.

Am I afraid? Yes, I admit,

even though you feel like a potential fit.

Your manliness is overwhelming; it’s been a long time,

you’re just doing you, and that’s not a crime.

I look forward to getting to know you more,

my passion and emotions are starting to pour.

So, grab a bucket, this could be a mess,

am I feeling you? Most definitely, yes!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Second Chances…

The first time around, a rocky road,

the chance was blown, a debt now owed.

How does one ever make amends,

for the mistakes a guilty conscience defends?

But God is one of second chances,

lifes ups and downs ~ the failed romances.

He gives us the means to try once more,

to go another round and settle the score.

For His mercy is endless and all forgiving,

so blessed are we for the lives we’re living.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Unbreakable Spirit…

The spirit is truly a remarkable thing,

a ray of hope each new day brings.

For a person can be broken on many levels,

a freak accident left your body disheveled.

The healing process is a long road ahead,

I’m thankful you’re alive ~ you could have been dead.

At times, you’ll want to throw in the towel,

your mood impatient ~ your attitude foul.

Your family and friends will get their fill,

through tear-filled eyes that threaten to spill.

God spared your life for His own reasons,

you will be around for many more seasons.

Just know that I pray for you every day,

even when I’ve run out of things to say.

God hears my plea, whether silent or spoken,

an unbreakable spirit, can heal a body that is broken.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

The Woman in the Mirror

 

A mirrored reflection holds the painful truth,

Blossoming beauty is not what I find.

My image has not changed much over time,

The years have not been kind.

Daily I struggle to ignore the reflection,

that boldly stares right back,

A constant reminder of all my flaws,

and everything else that I lack.

My skin is uneven, my hair is a mess

and my lips are much too big.

My sanctuary lies in a deep, dark hole,

that I long since started to dig.

However, I’m becoming weary of this,

while hiding from the mirror everyday.

It’s time to face the truth head on,

and view myself in a different way.

Slowly, I’m starting to realize,

God has blessed me far deeper than the eye.

For too long, I’d been kicking myself,

asking my reflection, “Why?”

But my reflection has answered me all along;

for the mirror reflects the truth.

I’ve been blessed with a beauty so profoundly deep,

and the woman in the mirror is proof.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Joy in the Midnight Hour

 

Crimson red, bursts of gold,

God’s beautiful story, breathe colors bold.

Blessed are those who heed his power,

for joy does come in the midnight hour.

When daylight dawns, trouble may return,

His people bear witness to all they have learned.

Their testimonies risk both life and limb,

but the most important thing is to honor Him.

He who gave them proof of his power,

through the joy that came in the midnight hour.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Creed of Success

 

If success should ever fall upon my thirsty lips,

Lord please let me taste it, the smallest sip.

I”ll not forget the humble roots from which I came,

may I not be ruined by fortune and fame.

 

Please grant me the chance to share and give back,

to those less fortunate ~ the odds are stacked.

Let me not lose sight of my purpose and goal,

may I set an example and break the mold.

 

For when you’ve been given much, so much is required,

a daunting reality, but necessary to go higher.

So, I’ll keep encouraging those who are struggling and reaching,

through God’s extraordinary blessings and his infinite teaching.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

My Mother ~ My Friend

My mother is my friend through the thick and through the thin,

she will be in my corner and by my side until the very end.

I confide in her my secret thoughts, for she has my deepest trust,

at times I hesitate to share, but eventually I know that I must.

She always gives an honest opinion, from her point of view,

while trying not to come right out and say what I should do.

My mother is my very best friend, from God above she’s a gift,

just knowing I have her in my life gives my heart a remarkable lift.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall