God Created You For Me (My Wife Elvira)

I am truly thankful
for God giving me you.
Of all the things that I have
asked for, only God knew.

The years ahead, the future
I could not see.
He who created my path,
prepared it just for me.

Knowing that I am only as
strong as my weakest length.
God prepared for me
a pillar of strength.

For you have proven time and time
again, for me you were ordained.
For we don't know the ways of God,
but the end is always the same.

God paints a perfect picture,
and provides a perfect picture frame.

Poetic Verses By: Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009

Remembering The Walk

I remember the long walks thru
the wooded area behind my home.

The paths were covered with pine
straw, needles and cones.

I enjoyed the past experiences
that crowded my mind.

I found myself sharing them
with my favorite felines.

They always accompanied me
on my nature walks.

It was almost like they understood
my every thought.

The paths are now covered with vines.
The tall pines cut down by man.

Only the memory remains of my felines

The Beauty Of Nature

God created from his infinite source
these leaves from an old Oak tree.

With its many hues and
perfect symmetry.

We so quickly take for granted
our life source.

Why not do one good deed
each day on our daily course.

Reach out for an elderly hand,
a kind word to the disenfranchised.

Lift up the spirit of those who
might have been left by the wayside.

Be like the gentle Oak by the waters edge,
with its leaves of perfect symmetry.

It shares its foliage and tower of strength,
yet it serves as a shade tree.

The Smell Of Your Perfume

The smell of your perfume

preceded you, the

darkness hid your image,

but could not hide your presence.



I, the hunter, pursued you

with and indescribable intensity,

determined to find you,

even in the darkeness.



I heard footsteps, the sound was

faint, but with the wind

came that captivating aroma, I

knew I was close to you.



That piercing sound of stiletto

heels, was now pulsating

in my ears, the sweet smell

became even more defined.



From the moon lit street, I

can now see a shapely figure

moving suggestively, as if to

music meant for her ears only.



It became clear to me that

I was walking down my own street,

and the figure in the shadows was

standing in my doorway.