Poems, Prophecies and Parables

By Trina Brigham

Addresses the masses with boldness and intensity to reach readers on a deeper level, no sugar coating just telling it like it is. Poems, Prophecies & Parables cuts, and heals the soul to those that are open to sell-examination and sell-correction. Poems speak on love, relationships, current events and

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Regency Publishers
• Release date: Oct 27, 2022
• ISBN: 9781959434993

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Poem

A Love Letter to My father

You are Alfa and Omega transcending time and space…

Your glory shines brighter than sun and stars…

Your wisdom is infinite your mysteries are mind bottling…

I am mesmerized in awe…

My mind can’t comprehend the depths of your genius…

You are exquisite original one of a kind…

There’s none like you no one can do the things you do…

I ‘am intrigued with your love…

You leave me speechless sending me into a paradigm I cannot explain…

Your mercy is unexplainable and your peace surpasses all understanding…

You love on me beyond measure…

I lack all understanding…

I find it hard to comprehend the depths of your love…

You loved me before I was a twinkle in my parent’s eyes…

You chose me before the foundations of the world…

In the moments when I am near, you’re far…

In the moments that I am far you’re near…

You keep me in my darkest moments…

You send wisdom in days of uncertainty…

Faith extends from the lower portion of your holy garment…

As I touch the fringes on your garment, I am made whole…

You complete me…

You build me up where I am weak…

And…

Fine tune where I am tone down…

While rebuilding me on every leaning side…

I often gaze into sunsets admiring your magnificent creation…

As the sun pierces on the depths of the waters…

I see a glimpse of sparkles reflections of your face…

I’m lost in you…

Your peace sings soft melodies to my soul…

You lay me down on your breastplate of righteousness…

You soothe me stroking my forehead with anointed oils…

Your love for me is beyond measure…

I’m lost captivated in your glory…

Your Righteousness is written on the tables of my heart…

You hand chose me you selected me personally…

What good have I’ve done…?

Yet, Your mercies endure forever…

I hearken to your voice…

I wait for your command...

I listen for the blowing of the sofar…

I surrender to your reminder…

Your voice speaks to my soul…

I seek you in trembling and fear as I prepare for Christ return to draw near…

Your voice is a sympathy of grace sharp, mellow, and soothing…

Your voice is clear, concise cutting through bone and marrow…

It’s incredible when I fall short or stray away…

The holy spirit shows me a better way...

Mother wisdom allows me to examine my intentions before I make unrighteous decisions and corrects me when I fell short of grace…

You’re attentive, concerned and involved,

in my well-being…

Your observation is remarkable bringing all things into remembrance…

I am reminded of past vows I made unto you….

No promises return void unto You….

And, on the day of my repentance,

you gave me grace without confliction….

In the still of night, silence says I’m lone…

I say Shami, The Most- High hear every word

Melanin

Six the number of a man…

6 protons

Six neutrons

6 electrons

God’s creation broken into an equation…

Carbon creates melanin…

Three elements make one atom…

Six protons, neutrons and electrons stimulate the imagination.

A direct connection with the universe…

God blew life into an Atom and became a living soul…

Black vanilla seeds extracted from the universe…

Pillars of salt extracted from star dust fell to the earth.

Much like cinnomon Smooth in taste and rich texture…

God’s creation broke into an equation...

Melanin the God gene produces energy, creativity,

and light, melanin people light up the world.

Six molecular using semiconducting cellular materials that exhibit photovoltaic activity…

Revealing’s, and revelation, gives us a direct connection with the universe….

making us spiritual beings…

Pt. 2#

Keep up with me this is going to go quick…

Now here’s where I flip the script…

It’s the survival of the races an agenda for extermination…

God’s hidden jewels are scattered in remote places…

We’ve been denied the right to exercise our god given authority…

Our spiritual eyes have been frozen and calcified…

We suffer in silence walking about with blindfolds…

Tarnished crowns worn by kings and queens…

And, to add insult to injury we’re born into

a matrix of lies and conspiracies…

Our enemies keep us in bondage seeking ways to destroy us…

Envy has turned into rage and hate is crueler