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I’ll Be Your Puppet

Puppet For YouBy: Monique Brent

Puppet For You
By: Monique Brent

On my journey,
I have been many things
Believed my direction sound
Previously
Now I am walking
Aimlessly
No longer certain
What I was searching for

I’m retired now
Lifelessly
On the floor

Through many closed door…

You strolled right in
Lifted me up
Permitted me
To stretch my limbs
Through your fingers
My body now moves
I’m in your hands
I’ll take your cues

I’ll be Your puppet
Take my strings
Pull at these
As You please
Choose any path for me
That path I’ll go
Relinquishing all control
Asking You to guide my life
Be my maestro

I’m Your puppet
On these strings
Tug at them
As You please
Choose any way and
That way I will go
When it comes to You
Your hand guides me
Your love is in control

We Rise

While looking to the sky

Yesterday,

We let baloons fly at Belle Isle Park

Symbolizing your new freedom…

We embraced each other

Wiped our teary eyes

Held hands in Prayer

Asking God

To welcome you into His Kingdom…

Although not exactly positive of

His reasons

In Faith we all must continue to

Believe Him

In obedience,

Continue trying to please Him…

You will never be far from us

When we sit and think back to where we originated,

We know it wasn’t by chance how you became

Part of us

Detroit’s Bates Academy wasn’t only a place for

The intellectually,

Artistically  and

Musically

Gifted and Talented children

It was a learning atmosphere

With a greenhouse effect instilled in

We were seeds

And you…

You were our nurturers

You fed us knowledge

You fed us inspiration

You fed us love

Filled our hearts with your same steadfast dedication

You helped us develop the roots for the trees

We perceive as being our lives…

You believed in us

Before we believed in us

Kept feeding us and breeding us

Until we believed in us…

Healthy we became

Enabling us to be

Omniferous,

Fruitful in the world’s eyes

Collectively and individually

We thank you

Because of you,

We rise!

***I was going through some of my things and found this poem that I originally wrote in 2001 following the loss of two of the best and strongest women/teachers/mentors/role models that I have ever met.  Too many times as clay, we forget how we were shaped.  This is for them, in remembrance.

Amazing Grace

I am not Amazing

I am not Amazing

I don’t claim to be Amazing

Amazing I am not

I have but a gleam of Amazing

I’ve seen things Amazing

I believe in Amazing

Amazing I am not

Once before,

I thought I was amazing

Until I talked with Amazing

Shown I was created with an Amazing hand

AGAIN…

Once before,

I thought I was amazing

Then my walk became Amazing

And

Amazing “Footprints” were seen left in the sand

I am not Amazing

I am not Amazing

I don’t claim to be Amazing

Amazing I am not

However,

I have met 3 kindred spirits of an Amazing place…

Goodness is Amazing

Mercy is Amazing

But

Especially Amazing

Is Grace

The Appointment (16 DEXTER)

It was January 13th, 1997 when

You made me acknowledge You

We met for the first time

Face to face

You sent a city bus for me,

Detroit’s route 16

Better known as,

The Dexter

You wouldn’t have me be late for our appointment…

At first I thought,

“This must be a mistake…”

That I lay there in such pain

With my mouth bleeding

And my face planted into the steering wheel

Of my 1982 Chrysler

In half of an instant,

My world came to a screeching halt

Mangled by the impact of steel crushing steel

My car was twisted like a pretzel

I’d never been hit like this before

I should have had my seatbelt on

But would it matter?

My vertebrae became misplaced in my spine

Will need physical therapy

There goes basketball and my dreams of becoming a pro…

Suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury

Will need neuro and occupational therapy too…

“What’s your name?”

I was asked

I couldn’t remember…

Only the first two letters came to mind

Where am I?

This intense light is hurting my eyes…

I stood before You and heard Your voice

Listening to what I did not yet know were my new instructions

After the light that flashed before me had fizzled

I began regaining conciousness…

I realized I was still alive

Amnesia had started to set in though

I heard someone on the phone say,

“There has been a bad accident on

Woodward at Grand River”

Looking at what my car used to be

A ball of confusion surrounds me

What just happened to me?

Why did this happen to me?

After 4 years I knew Your lesson…

You passed it on through Pastor Marvin Winans

At Perfecting Church…

“When you’re not on the path that He sees fit, God has the ability to break you down beyond human understanding and, like with clay, shape you into what He wants you to be.”

That day in January,

The day I used to look back on and say,

This is the day I lost everything…

On that day,

I now realize

Is when You made me the mighty man I am today