A friend shared a devotion with me and as I was reading it, the words, “If the mountain were smooth, we wouldn’t climb it.” pierced my heart into inspiration! Truly a God moment. I love these moments because I know with certainty, the Holy Spirit has a message for me to communicate with my fellow earthlings. So be inspired with this poetic mustard seed… and keep climbing! Ubuntu

“If the mountain were smooth, we wouldn’t climb it.”

Exactly!

Mountains have rough edges

uneven landings that shape the character of their very existence

it was never created to be smooth

it was created to be rugged in some places

textured along the way

tall in stature

dimly lit

yet bold on all sides

mountains layer upon one another

generally uninhabited 

yet awesome to wonder 

sound familiar?

like life

it too, was never meant to be smooth

each of us

were climbing our life’s mountains 

with their rocky terrains

their detours of pressing on 

with varied colorations that caused us to 

shift, stop, breathe, sob, laugh …

you know life’s drill

you get the view

and then we came to the landing of COVID 19

what the heck?

its rocky crevices 

filled with

masks

and long walks to stay active

cautions to hold back hugs and kisses

quiet frankly

it’s unknown end

yet, like climbing the mountain

we must

keep climbing

keep wearing our masks

keep saying 6 feet apart

keep doing all things necessary

to keep all humanity safe

we will reach the top

one firm foot step at a time

then we will look back 

at the rocky terrain 

and appreciate

every step made

with every diligent act

because we will be at the top

looking down at the mountain-ness climb

that wasn’t as bad as we made it out to be 

if

we lean into the mountains majestic wonders

keep climbing

one firm foot step at a time 

because the mountain was never created to be smooth

the rough places give us footing to make the climb 

Inspired by God

When I gaze upon the majestic moon and the stars that surround its glow

there is nothing I or man can add to its beauty

When I look up at the white puffy clouds

and the rainbow that always takes us by surprise

there is nothing we can add to it

When I sit on a beach and marvel the sand for which God says 

He knows the number of every grain

and the ocean that spreads 

so much wider than my limited view

I can’t help but

bow my head in adoration 

because there is nothing I can add to it

When rain drops sprinkle the earth

because I Am speaks it forth in His perfect timing

I am truly amazed at the water and how it is always on time

and there is simply nothing I or man can add to its beauty

When I think of the early morning dew that awaits our senses

in all of its glimmer and nourishment to the earth

there is nothing we can add to it

When I think of each budding tree

every flower petal 

each grain of soil

all the creations that walk, crawl, leap, and fly upon the earth

including me

and including you

there is nothing we can add to its beauty

except, Love

Written by Angela Riddick, Poetic Mustard Seeds. Copyright 2019. All work is protected

when I got quiet

I noticed quiet

when I sat still

I noticed quiet

when I forgot the cell phone

I noticed quiet

when I saw the beautiful full blossomed lavender tree

amongst all the not-yet blossomed trees

I noticed quiet

when I placed my bare feet up

facing the clouds

reclined my back towards His grip 

I noticed quiet

when all around me was

as still as an artificial flower 

I noticed quiet

when the extremely faint sounds of sirens, car horns, and airplanes taking off 

became almost impossible to hear

I noticed quiet

It wasn’t until I heard the whisper to go outside

instead of remaining in

to find “that park” I happened upon

parked my car

took off my shoes

reclined

grabbed my book

rested my mind

and read

did I notice quiet

I owe you an apology, quiet

because

I MISSED YOU

 

Written by Angela M. Riddick, Poetic Mustard Seeds. All material posted by Poetic Mustard Seeds is protected by copyright.

Could you be tucked away in the window sill of the run down apartment occupied by the Egyptian queen

who despite her best efforts

can not seem to escape

or are you in the seams of the belt-less sagging pant wearer who despite his awkward walk

longs for direction and purpose

Are you in the alcohol filled glass perpetrating as escapement

but for real – you are entrapment

or just maybe, just maybe, you are in the bottomless pits of hell felt by men and women

who are confused

by who they should be as opposed to who they were born to be

Dreams, oh dreams

Are you in relationships that search for real meaning through tight bodies, 1200-thread cotton and rubber made materials

or are you in the laughter of the crowd that drowns out the sad, complacent with life

yet extremely deep thinker

Are you in videos and lyrics that tell our dreamers how to physically move

yet leaving them miserably empty most of the time

or are you in the chalked white line that once was a pulse beating heart beat line

Are you at the back of the classroom, too afraid to put your hand up

for fear of appearing smart

or are you in the black and mild, betwixt the legal leaves and the illegal weed

waiting to be smoked or get smoked

Dreams, oh dreams, where for art thou?

Are you buried six feet under with chiseled names in cement

instead of names in headlines and neon lights

or are you buried so deep in the sin of this world

that you have become recognizable

Dreams, oh dreams, where for art thou?

 

Written by Angela M. Riddick. All material posted by Poetic Mustard Seeds is protected by copyright.

I have the audacity to still believe that falling in love,

in its purest and sweetest innocence, is still possible

I have the audacity to believe that my loves call

is but a whisper away

Yes, I still have the audacity to believe that he can be my best friend

… here on earth and I can be his best

I have the audacity to believe that his fire is and always will

be the only one for me

Yes, I have the audacity to believe that we will have date nights and disagreements

and candle light baths and moments of intense fellowship

I have the audacity to believe that my heart is big enough to hold his secrets and his fears

and I have the audacity to believe that mine are safe with him

I have the audacity to believe

that my true love is waiting

to meet me on a park bench

 he will ask me my name

will look into my eyes

 and know

that he is sitting next to the audacity of his one and only last love

I just simply

have

the audacity to believe!

“Ah, I hear my lover coming! He is leaping over the mountains, bounding over the hills.” Song of Songs 2:8 NLT

 

During the month of March 2015, I’d like to call your attention to how meticulous God’s orchestration of our lives is! I was inspired to write this poetic expression through my love of music. I pray that it soaks into the crevices of our being and strengthen us – to go deep into the love of Jesus Christ in marvelous ways. Just click the link below. Ubuntu

 

Written by Angela M. Riddick. All material posted by Poetic Mustard Seeds is protected by copyright.

Dedicated to my son, Matthew

I watched you barely make it up to the gigantic brown leather chair

that seemed to swallow you whole

and …

it occurred to me that you’d soon be a man striving to live in a world

that is waiting to swallow you whole

I must prepare you to walk in many shoes

and …

encourage you to stop, every now and then

for an energizing

soul lifting

shoeshine

“Now a leper came to Him, imploring Him, kneeling down to Him and saying to Him, “If You are willing, You can make me clean.” Then Jesus, moved with compassion, stretched out His hand and touched him, and said to him, “I am willing; be cleansed.” Mark 1:40-41 NKJV

 

Written by Angela Riddick, Poetic Mustard Seeds. All material posted by Poetic Mustard Seeds is protected by copyright.

it’s nite

and the stars are present
and the sheets
they await my shout
as we pull back the covers

it does our hearts good
to look across the room
with for real glances
knowing that the moment
in minutes
will make our hearts
soar with splendor

because all the nights alone
spent sliding from the left
to the center
have come to an end

and…

they do not compare
to this elevated moment
to this nite
where we both
on bended knees
with hearts full of gladness

for His grace
and His mercies
and the passionate love making
sure to come.

i thank You
my ultimate Lover
for helping us
to find the other
binding us
an “I” into a “we”
as the lady and her lover, pull back the covers.

“Like the finest apple tree in the orchard is my lover among other young men. I sit in his delightful shade and taste his delicious fruit.” Song of Songs 2:3 (NLT)

 

You know your children are getting older when they no longer look at the animal crackers …
before eating them.

And let us not grow weary while doing good; for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.”  Galatians 6:9 NLT