Coming Of Age

Lord, as I continue to emerge,
let nothing I do this year
be without your guidance and blessing.

I have gone against your will a bit
at the age of Twenty-seven.
It is my desire to make you fully proud
at the age of Twenty-eight.

Let this moment now, be a testimony
for all the world to see,
that although the doctors had given up
These last couple of years you have blessed me.

Enhance my ability to give my very best.
May all I come in contact with
receive and be called blessed.

Oh, Lord, this is the time
I have made up in my mind
I with you, will be just fine.

Twenty-eight, I greet you
in the name of the
Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Make me Lord, what you will
in this year, show yourself to others
as you have done before.

I pray to receive what is necessary
and whatever you give more.

I'd like a companion in my life
you've already supplied him for me.

Lord, what ever you see fit
I remove my hands
I'll let you lead

So this poem
that is off the cuff
is how I feel
as I walk the rough
precipitous road
you have laid for me.

Grant it Lord,
if you please.


This poem is written, prematurely, in honor of my Twenty-eighth birthday.
I usually don't have folks clamoring to celebrate with me. I usually have to force folks to acknowledge it. I know where I came from, and how God reversed the curse that the devil had for me. I am happy this year. I have all that I need, and the good Lord makes some of my wants a necessity.

For those of you that care, my Birthday is on September 27, @ approximately 4:00pm.

I am only expecting some people that are in the immediate circle to call, that is all I expect. I have three meetings and a concert to plan, so who knows if I will even get out to take in the world.

What ever the celebration is, I am looking forward to what God promised, that the doctors didn't.

For those of you that are feeling like I have low self esteem, I don't. I am just recalling all that I have been through in the last couple of years. I have done my introspective look every year since high school. This year is no different. I am usually in an extreme thought process about this time of year. But, I am really as strong in self esteem and self worth as the next man.

As for love in my life, it exists, although it seems that it's unidirectional. I know that I am loved by someone, it's just not being conveyed the way I have been taught to understand it.

Baby boi, it's all yours. You know who you are.

Iight, the tears that will flow from time to time are here.

I will tell you guys how it all went, hopefully, on Wednesday.

Until then,

Carry on, someone has to hold down the fort.

The former Twenty-seven year old Kenny.