Thoughts, Dreams, and Affirmations

By Willie R. Thomas

Written by a preacher’s son, Thoughts is a collection of poems written as Willie R. Thomas passed through crossroads and exits in his life. Some of these poems are seventeen years old—while others are written more recently—but each and every word reflects love, pain, and Willie’s personal experience with faith. As a whole, the collection is dedicated to Willie’s father, the late Bishop Eddie Thomas, but each poem reaches out to touch and heart and soul of the reader. Feel the holy peace of “To the Sister:” To the sister, he said, “Hold fast, For God will wipe every tear.” To the sister, he said, “Stay strong, For God has guided you for years.” To the sister, he said, “It is okay. Your faith is true.” To the sister, he said, “Be joyful And not blue.” For the angel has taken flight, But he has not forgotten about you. Willie believes that words are one of the greatest tools God has given mankind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu Publishing Services
• Release date: Mar 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781483479767

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2/20/2018

Introduction

These poems and short stories record a series of events in my life that I have always wanted to share. These stories pass through many crossroads and exits in my life. They reflect love, pain, and my personal experiences with faith. I pray that reading this book will strengthen you and you will find yourself in the midst of them. Always remember that life is a book. You can write a new chapter each day; it starts with a choice.

I want to dedicate this book to my late father, Bishop Eddie Jonathan Thomas, and my mother, who is my hero, Cindy Thomas. I hope these poems inspire you, strengthen you, and help you escape into your resting place.

The Other Name

In the midst of time, I beheld myself at her wedding. My view and the spelling of her name took more than ten years to get right. As I saw her decked out in her purple and blue, I recalled when I first met her.

After meeting through other friends, I noticed how beautiful and sweet she was. So I said to myself that I had to meet her. I went and said, Hello. My name is Real. She just smiled and walked away. At first, the fact that I was not who she was looking for scared me. But before I left, I gave her my number and said, Please call me. She smiled and walked away.

Two weeks passed, and I suffered, waiting to hear from her. Then suddenly, the phone rang. She said, Hi, Real. This is Tiffany, but before I could respond, she murmured these words.

T is for the torch that I wear on my neck.

I is for the infinite wisdom that lies in my breast.

F is for the fragrance that comes from knowing my name.

F is for the faith that it took for me to become fame.