How deep doth go
the human soul.

Strange and trying times ...

A song of thanksgiving and praise for the mercies of God.

"Praise the Lord!
He was angry with me,
but now he comforts me.
See, God has come to save me.
I will trust in him and not be afraid.
The Lord God is my strength and my song;
He has become my salvation"

Isaiah 12:1-2 (NLT)

I have observed

I am my country.

A country is its people.
A country is its culture.

I am my country
but my country is occupied
by arrogance, by ignorance,
by those who don't respect
my country,
and now my country suffers oppression.

Sometimes I wish I were God
I wish I was Jesus.
Not for the sake of Christianity,
but for the sake of humanity,
for the sake of my country.

If I truly believe the words of Jesus
the world's most controversial
dissident and humanitarian
I must believe him when he says
"What I have done,
You can do greater."

-Gloria Valentine

Don't leave me here

Get me out of here
This is no place to be
This is death
There is no light here
There is no hope
There is nothing here
Here is a constant reminder
That here is no place to be
A constant reminder
That I cannot get out of here
By myself
Here makes You
Look like a liar
But I know 
You are not a liar
So 
Get me out of here
To where I should be

-Gloria Valentine

With every stroke

with every word

you shame me

no

better yet said

i am shame to myself

for hiding

for so long

in the mediocre

less than

i am 

a priest

without a god

in the shadows

of doubt

afraid 

to come out

-Gloria Valentine

Hope

Hope
in all it's imagery
reflects upon
invisible walls

the prison cell
of the exiled life
it engulfs the outcast

behold Hope comes
to nurture the young
bringing peace to the old

with or without
when all else fails
Hope stands.

-Gloria Valentine

The tentacles of human depravity 
Heartbreaking

What was revealed
Spirit crushing

Dark fear spread
across the land
in silence
it crept

With few exceptions
no one could see it
no one would look
they would not
believe

Trickery ensnared them
with ease
they were witting prey
as they cursed the frey

A heavy burden
for those few souls
who understood
what was revealed

For His sake
all victorious
the few
who understood

It was
the beginning
of the
end

- Gloria Valentine