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Where I Call Home

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There are many towns, cities and countries I could choose, even where my mother and father were born.

But this is where I choose to call home. This place in your bosom. In that secret place, in that special room.

I have travelled miles searching for truth, looked here, there and everywhere, even in the stars and a-top a stony hill, but found it no where, except in this place I choose to call home.

I was invited to a so called feast of everlasting peace, only to drink the broth of chaos.

Then when I remembered where I first met the Prince of Peace, I made a fast retreat to that place I choose to call home.

When looking for that place, don’t take the broad way with tinsels aglow rather choose the narrow way, unbecoming but where truth and peace are in abundant flow.

©️26-Jun-18 DEN -The Witness

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My Restorer, Giver of Fortitude

My Restorer, giver of fortitude, to you I sing this song of gratitude.

As an object I was discarded, still I aligned with them though dejected. 

Then you came along and composed for me a new song. 

Love-filled lyrics sweet to my ears awakened my soul, ’til then among the lifeless throng.

My Restorer, giver of fortitude, to you I sing this song of gratitude.

You unlocked the truth of my worth and sang oracles to reveal the miracle of my birth.

With thanksgiving I eat of your goodness and drink from your water-hose of joy.

With gladness I enter your gates of renewal, far away from the dungeons of those that destroy.

My Restorer, giver of fortitude, to you I sing this song of gratitude.

©️3-Jun2018 DENyamekye

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The Making of Us

Though the journey
has been long and hard,
been through peaks and troughs, the mountain top and valley, hiked in crooked and straight paths and walked with the mean and saintly, I can truly say “I’m happy to be me”.

There is a message deep within
to the struggling in whose minds gloom persists and wonder why they exist and with all their might happiness, they resist.

Accept the pains and strains as you do the gains and blessed rains ‘cause every grey cloud is but for a moment to learn in the present that the bitter as the sweet is just as relevant.

Relevant to turning the page to life’s next chapter.
Important to opening the door into a new pasture and significant to learning lessons, so you can truly say “I’m happy to be me”.

©27Mar2018DENyamekye

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Becoming A Somebody

A nobody can become a somebody some day. If not today or tomorrow it shall be one day, ’cause everybody has the ability.

It is possible if you do not lose focus or direction but set your sights on your vision, based on wisdom from the book of instruction.

Use the key of divine knowledge to open doors. Advance at the beat of the sound of your vision calling,
the pace is set by the rhythm of the songs of your heart responding.

In the ascent to be a somebody, joys and trials are unwrapped as gifts, moulding for you a heart of integrity.

The blessed vision is a reflection of the somebody you have aimed to be beckoning as from the sky, full of wisdom and knowledge of the Most High.

Be a somebody today to help a nobody find their way some day.

©2016DEN-The Witness

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Mommy dearest…(01)

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Mommy dearest,
Your bosom was the pillow upon which I lay my weary head when I was told I had expired well past my used by date.

You inspired me to fight for what’s mine and see my blessed fate, even when my wretched soul wanted to give up and take flight.

Thank you mommy!

©Feb.2018 The Witness-DEN

Mommy dearest poetic inspirationals series

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In This Season

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In this season of festivity,
where shopping is in abundance,
let love spill and share with those in lack and deemed irrelevant.

In this season of nativity,
where carol singing is in abundance, let minds be still and focus on Christ as Saviour, the reason for this season of Joyance.

The Angel Gabriel said of Mary to Joseph “She will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins.” (Matt.1:21)

©23-12-17 DENyamekye

 

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Dare to Be

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Dare to Be
 
Dare to be who you are created to be
not a sorry image of another.
A clone of someone you are programmed to think is better.
Ride on your own cloud,
the best your maker has on offer.
 
When the going is good and you just want to bluff, don’t forget all you achieved even when the going got tough.
 
Count your blessings name them one by one and then you will never fail to see what the LORD has done!
©Nov2017 DENyamekye
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The Caged Bird’s Escape

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Poetic Redemption Storytelling:

Introduction
After watching CEO and inspirational speaker and best selling author Lisa Nichol’s inspiring video (check it out on the Gold cast Facebook page or You Tube) of a life transformed after suffering domestic abuse by her fiancé, I felt inspired to engage in some scribal indulgence telling a story of redemption but from a view point that considers the abuser’s mindset and triggers, not as a means of justification but shedding some light on some of the “hidden demons” in play in such situations.

The Caged Bird’s Escape:

Desired with his enticing eyes, colourful words and decorated with roses and alluring scents she felt on top, the executive of his heart, the CEO of his life.

In one night her dreams had come true; from reams of beauties she was chosen by one of the Hedge-Fund crew.

To him she was just meat, one of many slaughtered for devouring, bought in a club in one of many spending sprees he called sport.

A business man, bonus acquiring sharp talker in the square mile by day and by night a gigolo, a Casanova in clubs he called “cattle markets” bidding with his eyes for the best cow.. he laughs “that’s the woman- A COW!”

Flashes of his mother often appeared before his eyes, waving to him, a 6 year old “mummy is going to the shop, I will return” She never did.. “liars all of them”!

Sly as a fox, an expert in his game, he waited until the image of her was locked in him, he, a mirror that defined her significance. Now he had god-like relevance, the Fowler’s cage was her home.

One day was as living in a romantic play pen; his voice soft and soothing and to love songs they were waltzing.

Another was life in a torture chamber under a man-child’s bitter verbal whip and slaps with hate-filled vomit until she suffocated in fear and self hate. Every morning she braced herself for what was amiss, the ready for work psycho’s bullets of abuse and punches in her abdomen with a goodbye kiss.

A cycle of confused voices reeled in the cage “I love you”, “I love you not” as the battered bird wailed without a sound. In his “you are to blame! blame! blame! she felt grief and shame! shame! shame!

A rude awakening was the uncontrollable pain in her abdomen. The day of reckoning had come for from the abyss of farce living she heard the voices of many women thundering “call the ambulance or die!” The freedom fighter from deep within joined in, beckoning.

“How are you today, my dear?”
Startled, she opened her eyes and saw a face beaming at her “I am Claire”
“Claire?”
“Yes, I am your nurse, you called the ambulance, they broke in ‘cause you fainted after the call. Julie, your internal wounds and bleeding were serious. Thank God you came on time! You will be fine”

Julie shut her eyes. Smiling the risen woman within spoke:
“Yes thank God!
To a “A just in time” God: thank you!
I was that woman destined for a bright future based on scripture, even the prophetic word, then I lost my way and met a trickster and by him I became nothing but a caged bird in a home any woman would dread.

I was able to walk away, escape from the snare of the Fowler, but for him in compassion I daily kneel to pray and for caged birds unlike me who for reasons choose to stay, I shall sing a song of deliverance, that one day sunshine shall overtake the dark clouds of their circumstance.

”Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
Our help is in the name of the LORD, who made heaven and earth.”
(Psalm 124:7-8)

Song – My Soul Escaped by Windsor Dutton You Tube https://youtu.be/5TNUtN9a3vo

©11/11/2017 Deborah E Nyamekye