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This year one of my daughter’s god dad’s, Pastor Orlando K. Winters passed.  He and his wife had been sweethearts from their youth.  Also, my co-worker’s husband David passed and they also, were sweethearts from their youth.  I have been in prayer for the words of condolences to express in poetry.  Finally, I was blessed with the words to write.  I started writing on December 22, 2014 and completed this piece on December 24, 2014.

THE JOURNEY

In the mist of whatever trial, you stood tall.

Even when you wondered, “How can I do it all?”.

Not knowing what the next day would hold, but always hopeful it would not take its toll.

Sharing funny stories of current and past happenings, you found laughter with your listener gasping.

 Realizing that memories of special moments will come and go of the days shared with your soul mate, and that they were the “most”.

 The ability for the mind to recall events, and the emotions that filled that space is a testament of God’s presence.

 Very little time to recover, from not having the rock of your youth, and the foundation of your years, getting back to what is called “normalcy” clearly takes time my dear.

 As each day dawns, there might be some struggle to make the wakened hours worthy to uncover.

 You close your eyes, traveling through the darkness, searching for the light that gives you:

 Permission to mourn;

 Permission to long for the physical presence of the love one gone;

 Permission to imagine his warm embraces as you embrace your emotions;

 Permission to have dialogue as if he was the respondent;

 Permission to feel your pain, scream your pain, and console your pain;

 Permission to bear all of your soul on God’s altar;

 Permission to praise God for comforting your mind and shielding your heart.

 Should of, would of, could of moments that cause second guesses to what is past.

 Linger not in the moments of second guesses, press forward living in acknowledging the “present of”.

 Treasure trough of memories and conversations too, will last a life time as each day is anew.

 Your senses awaken the existence of your soul mate in the existence of you is true.

 You are never alone.

 You, your soul mate and his memories, and Jesus, if you please, will journey together in threes.

Author:  Deb’orah Momon

Date:  December 24, 2014

As I prepared to leave the office and thought about what I had not completed for today and proceeded to write done what was needed for tomorrow, I realized that life is a yesterday of incompleteness. So this writing was birth.  Enjoy!!!

YESTERDAY

Yesterday has no tomorrow.

Tomorrow turns into another yesterday.

It is time past.

No reversal of life’s events.

No time to recapture.

No space to fill.

Time capsule memories of yesterday revealing hindsight wisdom for today.

So be wise in today,

Soon it will be a yesterday and tomorrow a reflection of today.

Yesterdays expire on different dates.

No one knows when their’s will end and tomorrow will be no more.

By:  Deb’orah C. Momon

Date:  5/4/2014

Time:  2:21pm

I recently celebrated the birthday of a woman that I consider my other mom.  The Lord has allowed her to beat breast cancer twice.  She was born in the 1930’s and had an amazing journey of overcoming difficult situations.  She is filled with faith, wisdom, strength, and laughter. I dedicate these words to her.

YOU STILL SOAR LIKE AN EAGLE

Strong, gifted, and black,

Those are just a few facts.

Your history is a “her story” that cannot be duplicated only replicated,

And the replication

Still could not depict the power from within of how you survived and maintained character;

It cannot be fully emulated by an actress’s interpretation of your spoken words.

You are a woman who has been loosed from the trepidations that your life’s journey has spewed;

Good, bad or indifferent.

Born in a country during a time where opportunity

Was not based on your ability or your aptitude to succeed,

But the question of “who yo daddy is and who yo momma is”.

You still soar like an eagle.

Tall brown edgy woman,

Your era was not completely ready for you.

At someone else’s will you had to constantly

Refine,

Confine,

Redefine,

Say you fine

To be allowed your inalienable rights that did not define your destiny.

Oh, but look at you know,

You refine time and grace,

You confine only to allow wisdom to show His grace,

You redefine

The who,

The where,

The what,

The why,

And the how

In your life.

Your existence is not an extension of selfish allowances by others;

It is because your actions of showering others with

Unselfish and unbridled love has made them your footstool.

You not only learned how to turn bitter lemon of fool’s folly into the sweet taste of lemonade,

But you learned how to use the remnants of that bitter lemon to strengthen your soul.

  You still soar like an eagle.

You a are virtuous woman in every sense of the Bible’s description.

Neither your husband, nor your children lack.

Only you know the many tears that you shed for their souls to be fed.

 The prayers that you hummed so death would not even mumble their names.

 Mentally and physically exhausted

From planning their next day before the morn of this day had struck noon.

 In that same space and time you shouted God’s promises He made back to Him,

Benevolently acknowledging that His words are on your lips;

Your mind is stayed on Him;

And your mind, heart, and spirit are renewed daily.

You still soar like an eagle.

To family and friends your love continues to abound.

The truth you tell regarding hidden tales has no place in your temple for them to avail.

 You listen and pray on what is shared and your council is wise.

 You recognize the needs of others and willingly share your blessings,

For this, blessings returned are manifold.

Your supplication unto the Lord for others is a testament to your faith.

 He has already fulfilled your needs and wants

Before birthed in your mind.

You still soar like an eagle.

Your robust laughter is proof that life has a way of being comical regardless of

What plight,

Developmental stage,

Christian walk,

Dramatic scenes,

Good times,

Bad times,

Age,

Race,

Creed or national origin.

You are blessed to be a blessing.

You still soar like an eagle.

By:  Deb’orah Momon

November 16, 2013