The Heart of a Poet, Volume 1, First Letter

Written by Angela M. Riddick and edited by Grace M. Brown.  All material posted by Poetic Mustard Seeds is protected by copyright.

“So Jesus said to them, “Because of your unbelief; for assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.  However, this kind does not go out except by prayer and fasting.” Matthew 28:19-20 NKJV

If you had asked me about seven years ago, would I have imagined Poetic Mustard Seeds, I would have told you no way.  I knew writing poetry was a gift God blessed me with but honestly, I did not have the courage to really expect much from it.  But I love how Jill Scott embodies the poet’s charge in her poem titled “I Will Write”.  This week, only a story will be posted.  Once a quarter, I am going to share a story from my heart, that is not on my post schedule; I am going to allow God to speak to you through me, and say what He desires me to share.  If you read last week’s post titled “Peter’s Haiku”, I am embodying the character of the disciples, because I am not a fan of Jesus Christ; I am a follower of Jesus Christ.

Jill Scott’s “I Will Write” excerpted from “The Moments, the Minutes, the Hours” reads

I will write

Ina way that will surprise you

Shock you and offend

Ignite an impregnate


It is the cause and the purpose my sweets

Poets must think and re think

I will write

Ina way that will make you love me

Well some of you

I am thinking

Think too

You must not always agree

You must not believe me higher

I am a poet

This is my job

I will write

When I finally understood to use my gift was a mandate from God and to not use it was, metaphorically, a slap in His face, (cause’ He made me like this, in His wonderful image) my soul was terribly convicted.  The enemy attempts to do a spectacular job at causing us to believe that we are not worthy; that we do not have purpose; that we must do evil like hijack a plane full of passengers; that we must destroy precious relationships and to even die with our dreams laying alongside us in our coffins.

But, I am a poet. Always have been and now I know without a doubt, that everything I do for Christ will last and everything that has absolutely nothing to do with Him, fades without leaving any lasting purpose or legacy.

If you are the best corn rower on your street, do it to the glory of God; if you are the best unknown painter in your class, paint to the glory of God; if you are the best teacher to a class of what seems to be the most unruly students, serve to the glory of God; if you are the best leader in your organization, do it to the glory of God.  Because all that you do in His name and to His glory – lasts.

You have purpose my dear. You have purpose my love. You have purpose!  Rise up and join me with your gift, as I write, because I too am a Poet.