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

This past summer I went to a crab feast with a friend. At the end of the night, we found ourselves in a deep conversation with the DJ about how the current norms of society changed the way he now plays music.

I can still hear his words – “Remember, back in the day when the DJ would play a few slow songs for the lovers in the house?; well now, if I put a slow jam on, somebody is guaranteed to yell “ain’t nobody in love”; turn that stuff off!””

I think my heart is still aching from that conversation. The romantic in me remembers the day when hand holding and slow dancing were so cool.  Since that conversation, I started observing the number of times I noticed a couple holding hands and the results have been startling.

I know that not everyone is prone to outward displays of affection but one thing is definitely for sure; we have become a society that holds our smart phones more tightly than we hold each other’s hands.

My intention with the Heart of a Poet selections are to simply speak from the heart on a topic that God allows me to be impacted and inspired by. So there is no poetic expression this week but simply this:

I am just stopping by, crossing the bridge from my heart to yours, to remind you that 1 Corinthians 13:13 NLT says “Three things will last forever – faith, hope and love – and the greatest of these is love.”[Note to self: the entire chapter is worth reading.]

It hurts my heart that we are not only treating each other with such a grave loss of connectedness but this is what we are teaching our children – “ain’t nobody in love”.

Hold somebody’s hand, for God’s sake and let us not lose our compassion for connectedness towards one another. If we think the world has its share of ills now, let love go and we are really in trouble.

Merry Christmas, from my heart to yours. Angela

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

All material posted by Poetic Mustard Seeds is protected by copyright.

When Fall comes, and all you can think of, are the leaves you’ll have to rake,
your life is empty

For the person who embraces the colors of Fall, both red and gold,
Will dream with endless anticipation, all of life’s possibilities

When the frosty smell of Winter snow touches mother earth,
And all you can think of, is the snow you’ll have to shovel,
your life is empty

For the person who embraces the Winter and its bitter cold with a never ending fire, burning deeply inside,
is the person who with tireless effort, will embrace the task joyfully,
enjoying the softness of the snow, in the midst of the toil

When birds begin chirping, at the dawning of Spring, and all you can think of, is time moving forward,
your life is empty

For the person who rises, with the expectation of fresh budding flowers,
in many shades of color,
sees life as a child does, and never grows old

When the Summer sun starts to shine brightly, that shades, in all form, become a necessity, and all you can think of, is an air conditioned room,
your life is empty

For the person who can appreciate the coolness of a sweet summers night, appreciates life, with all its cyclical motions and embraces every movement with anticipatory gladness

Don’t let the Seasons of Life pass you by ………………

“And He changes the times and seasons; He gives wisdom to the wise And knowledge to those who have understanding.” Daniel 2:21 NKJV

 

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

 

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

If you have visited www.poeticmustardseeds.com often enough, (which I hope you have) you will notice a theme – I don’t recall a great deal from my childhood. Even though I have often wondered what kind of childhood I had and considered hypnosis, I have come to the conclusion, this is how I am wired; I keep short accounts. And I am told; I had a normal childhood – thank goodness.

It’s April 23, 2014 at 5:54 am (yes, you are reading this a few month’s later) and I was just flooded with a memory of my living sister and I traveling up a hill to attend church when I must have been about 12 and she likely 9 years old. It is funny how God allowed me to remember that as if it were yesterday. What is poignant about this memory as I thought about it on this present day is where we were going — to church.

Just last night, I called her to see how she was feeling and we began to talk about studying the Word of God; she, who is Reverend Gail and currently in seminary, gave me recommendations on some studies I could do to go deeper into God’s Word.

She answered God’s call to preach a few years back and I more recently in 2012 (although I am still getting used to being called to spread the gospel – yikes! To His Glory)

The memory of us as children, going to church on that day is one of very, very few memories I have with my only living sister. In this early morning moment with God, I was washed over with emotional tears at how God was preparing us even then and we did not have a clue.

Real talk: when He calls you, ANSWER, because He has been preparing you all along for the plans He has which He tells us in Jeremiah 29:11. And just as importantly, in Revelation 3:16 NLT, He cautions us to not be “lukewarm” with our belief because the consequences are deadly – “But since you are like lukewarm water, neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth.”

From my heart to yours, draw the line in the sand and open the door to God so He can come into your heart and help you be who He purposed you to be. He’s waiting on you to get out of your way.  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 M. Riddick. All material posted by Poetic Mustard Seeds is protected by copyright.

When a brother asks

 “Can you cook?” 

especially when you haven’t cooked for someone in quite awhile!!!

your knees … start to quiver a little

asking yourself

will he be around long enough to experience the finest of finest

I have to offer

or will this be carryout?

will he pull up to the window

place his order quickly

not really surveying the menu

because … the fast, tasteless food he wants …or thinks he wants …

is before him

on a list

shining through neon lights

a few letters missing here and there

but just enough for him to 

select, yet another tasteless meal?

or will he stay long enough to taste my cooking?

not just the clamor and clanging of my caphalon pots

but long enough to experience the finest woman he’ll ever know

a gem amongst jewels

a rare find

a breadth of fresh air!

Here’s a tip, hungry man

Don’t ask, “Can you cook?”

unless…

you plan on sticking around long enough to experience my cooking!

true … it won’t be carryout 

and…

no, it won’t take less than an hour to savor

…if there is such a thing

but …

it will be wonderful

deliciously wonderful

the finest of finest, ever set before a king – 

a queen!!!

and yes, she cooks!

“The man who finds a wife finds a treasure, and he receives favor from the Lord.” Proverbs 18:22 NLT

Dedicated to Dr. Nadu Tuakli because every day is a glorious day!

Pre-HRT
I did not care I could notget out of the bed
my dreams laid on the coffee table
waiting to be spoken
I was sad a lotbut I faked a lot
I was dry
and my scent disappeared
I used to be horny at times
and then, I never wasI could not remember the last time I wanted some
I thought – “is this all there is to life?” often
waiting for someoneto come and turn on my life switch
lonely was my new best friendmy bed, was my loverexercise, I forgot howtears, always close byskin, no moistureeyes, half shutsoul, dormant
I did not know how bad I felt until I started feeling great again! 
  
Post-HRT
I show up
I careI care that I matter
I care about myself
I care about my house
I care about my bodyI care about my lifeI care about my soul I careI care about what I let into my life and what I choose to keep outI care about what’s going on in me; and outside of memy scent came back; my horny came backmy moisture came back fuzzy thinking left and my sleep came backmore importantly, for realmy smile came back my care came backI let God open my mindtowards a solution – HRT!what am I talking about?“hormone replacement therapy”the bio-identical kindand I began to feel betterI regained the strength to turn my life switch back onI now careBecause I now matter
“Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, Sweetness to the soul and health to the bones.” – Proverbs 16:24

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)

 

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

on a different day

empty seats would be left

overlooked by those

who need a place to dine

yep

overlooked by those whose souls are too selfish

to sit less than a breath away

because…

arms might touch and eyes might lock

but today

today – 6.30.12

was a different day

a day when the food court was packed

with folks from all walks of life

seeking comfort

because on yesterday …

the power went out

… sure hope some one or two, prayerfully

tapped into the power of the Almighty

who makes everything possible

… even electricity

because His power is always on

“And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” 2 Corinthians 12:9 NKJV

 

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