Lovie Divine Poet Free verse

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We become wives, we become mothers, we wear many hats in home, the maid, the cook, the accountant. Mother by day, lover by night; but who are we really? Are we a counselor, pianist, artist, photographer, caregiver, musician, poet, professor? Who are we inside? We may live our lives as if we are our roles... but women of God, Pastor’s wives, women in corporate and women in home... don’t get lost in the shuffle. Don’t ignore your passion, ignite your passion! Be the you that you are meant to be.

My Destiny My Symphony

MY DESTINY MY SYMPHONY 

Her life to live for all to see, 
Her children are a mother’s symphony 
Never tried to follow my distant drum,
To my own music, could only hum.

A mother's life is not her own
not even when her kids are grown,
Where ever the world they live or roam,
For they are never really gone,

Shall I forever cry forever 
for my sons and daughters,
Birthed in natural and in spirit, 
never ending waters.
At what point will I find myself again,
in the storms that caught me in a life's whirlwind.

I shall now brave a leap of faith, 
The tug of war, gave way to fate,
The path long left, as if lost in space,
Now to find my forgotten place,
Til Holy Spirit found and returned to me,
His heart, my pen, my symphony.

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