Category Archives: spirituality

Walks With Angels

Walks With Angels

 

Walking with angels

It is that which she does

Smiling and laughing

Filling Heaven with her love

She no longer feels

Hurt or pain

And while I may never

Feel the same

Her time here was over

She needed to rest

Knowing her was a privilege

No doubt I was blessed

No question she honored us

Each day with her smile

This angel God allowed us

 To know for a while

Like clockwork her laughter

Resounds in my ear

When I need her voice

Or just wish she was here

She whispers sweetly

“You are not alone”

I never left your heart…

My permanent home

I couldn’t ever walk

 Away from you

I would have never left…

You know it’s true

However the plans of God

Are never in vain

And while you may think

Things have changed

She went on to say…

God had plans for me

And just knowing you

Gave me wings

Please do not cry

And do not mourn

For you, too,

Will be reborn

It’s like a balmy paradise

Every single day

We smile on those we’ve met

Along the way

Please smile when I

Come to your heart

And know you have been there

From the start

Nothing so beautiful

You could ever have known

As when our Father

Calls us home

While you feel my absence

From your ear

Know that God

Will keep me near

For on your lifelong journey

Which may at times seem bleak

I will always be here by your side

With anything you seek

Don’t worry my love

And don’t feel awry

God is watching over you

And He’s right by my side

So I ask you today

Welcome joy in your heart

Knowing you may not see me…

But we are never apart

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Meet Jen Williams

Meet Jen Williams

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Jen Williams is another one of the threads at the Real Women Empowerment Project. Immediately, after reading our other introductions; you will see a difference. Jen lives a life of anonymity; it has become a natural part of her life. This Sister has overcome great obstacles in her life; from Cancer and Lupus to Severe Domestic Violence and the unexpected loss of her sister.
When asked how she handles it, she will tell you; we must find triumph in all things…even tragedy.
Jen is a writer and poet…and uses these venues to remind us all…that we are loved from a higher power. She is deeply spiritual; and when you read her writing; it is something you feel right away.
She is the Founder of My Rays of Light Publishing’ an Indie Publishing/Editing company; which focuses on trying to get writers published for far less than most publishers.
She also is the CEO of My Rays Marketing; where she helps to promote businesses and causes; using all social media platforms.
Jen spends a lot of her time shining light on those issues that we experience or hear about, on a daily basis. She has written about child abuse, rape, homelessness, Cancer and Lupus. Her personal war against Domestic Violence…has been a long one. She will openly tell you…the scars of Domestic Violence leave scars that never completely heal.
She uses the platforms of Domestic Violence and Lupus awareness as weapons against stereotypical ideas of these serious issues.
Jen has been working with the Real Woman Empowerment Project since 2012; and feels a strong connection to all of the fabulous women involved.

She writes on 2(two) blogs on WordPress; and her writing can be followed there, as well as, Facebook, Twitter, and the 3 websites that she has worked to create.
She will proudly talk about her beautiful family. She realized, early on, their family motto of: Family Comes First; would be a foundation for all things to come.
Jen can be found at/on:
Twitter
Facebook
WordPress Page
Sisters of Power
Her Marketing Page
Her online market
Her Publishing Company –

She can also be reached at myraysoflight@hotmail.com

Meet Cheryl Williams

Meet Cheryl Williams

Cheryl Williams

Cheryl J. Williams hails from Smithfield, VA; has lived the last 36 years between Maryland, Iowa, New Jersey and Richmond, VA. Currently she is Chair of the Fine Arts Department and Head of the Theatre Program at Virginia Union University while teaching Public Speaking and Intro to Communication at J. Sargeant Reynolds Community College both in Richmond, VA. Prior to moving to Richmond she taught at Morgan State University, Coppin State University, and Rutgers University. While teaching is Cheryl’s passion there are other aspects of the theatre world in which she has leaned a hand and that includes lighting design; sound design; directing; production stage manager; performer; and production manager.

Internationally she has worked at the National Theatre of Ghana, Accra, Ghana; University of Ghana, School of Performing Arts; Centre Cultural Francais, Lome, Togo; Musée Nationale des Arts, Bamako, Mali; and National Theatre of El Salvador, El Salvador, Brazil.

The other half of Ms. Williams’ life is that of theology. February 24, 2013 she will have completed her Masters of Divinity from Samuel DeWitt Proctor School of Theology at Virginia Union University. In addition she is a Master Teacher/Director in the Johnnie Colemon Theological Seminary. In this arena Ms. Williams has been a guest speaker for churches, workshops, national and international conferences.

Ms. Williams holds a M.F.A. from Rutgers University, Mason Gross School of the Arts; M.Div. from Samuel DeWitt Proctor School of Theology; and a B.A. from Iowa State University.

Meet Marsha Snead-Williams

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Meet…MARSHA SNEAD WILLIAMS

Marsha combines twenty-five years of innovative experience in the areas of Education, Social Work and Women’s Advocacy. She is dedicated to the success of the RWEP (the REAL WOMAN EMPOWERMENT PROJECT) and leads by example daily. Her Queenly instinct keeps her focused on supporting and nurturing social, emotional and economic relationships of woman. Marsha has served and serves in many arenas, here are a few listed below:

Creator of “The Real Women Empowerment Project”
Founder and Director, Smart Cookie Learning Center
Co-Founder, R.E.I.G.N Empowerment Center Inc.
Former Executive Director, YWCA of Essex & West Hudson, Inc.
Founder/Executive Director, African-American Women’s Alliance and
Sisters of Power, Inc.
Contributing writer Mature Woman Now
Columnist for Game Magazine

Columnist for Slantress Magazine

Marsha is the Creator of Sisters of Power; and the inspiration behind this page. I am pleased to be a contributor to this organization with the premise of uplifting women. Marsha can also be followed on:

Facebook

http://www.marshasneadwilliams.com

Twitter- @mzmotivatah

Twitter- @RWEP1

 

 

 

 

My Queendom

My Queendom

I am lost

Yet I am found

I am silenced

Yet I am sound

I am darkness

But am light too

I’m always me

And sometimes I’m you

I am wrong

And sometimes I’m right

I am loved

By the keeper of the Light

My religion is unknown

My race is His

My stand on Humanity

Is only this

No matter what you see

There is always more

While you struggle with a window

He opens a door

My skin tone isn’t as important

As the contents within

Stop the discrimination

Cater to the hearts of men

I am all things forever

I am what I was meant to be

I am the Light and the Way

I am all Humanity

I am My Father’s child who

Gladly does His will

Despite all my faults

He loves His child still

I am the sun and the moon

And all planets in between

I am the sky and stars

I am a Princess…a Queen

I represent creation

I represent Freedom

Mostly I represent My Creator

Welcome to MY QUEENDOM

I Saw God Today

I Saw God Today

 

I saw God today…his light shone brightly in the eyes of those blessed angels who were taken far too soon. I saw God in those beautiful adults who sacrificed their own lives, for those glorious angels. I refuse to allow the media to create and develop images in my mind of the horrific last moments, of those blessed beings. A terrible evil was done; but I refuse to give that evil any more energy than it has already taken. I refuse to utter the name of the assailant…I refuse to look at morbid pictures of what was done to those brilliant stars. I will not allow my anger from the situation; lead me into a place where there is little chance of a safe return.

 

I woke up today and saw the smiling faces of those 20 children and those adults who were taken far too soon. I wanted to turn away from them; but I couldn’t. I was glad that my family was strong enough to look into the eyes of those risen angels. In their eyes…I didn’t see death and destruction….I saw light…love…peace…God.

 

I saw God today; and was reminded that by allowing someone to take away our energy…only hate is bred.

 

Our country has been brought face to face with what other countries face every day…and that is deeply saddening. But I refuse to believe…think…or acknowledge that this is OUR BEST. We can do better…and I pray that we will.

 

I refuse to take this moment and allow anyone to preach to me about gun control…while telling me not to talk about homeschools….this is not a political forum. This is a moment of mourning…embracing…loving…and light. And while I have my own ideas about gun control…and home schooling…I will not taint this moment by contributing.

 

We lost precious lives…angels rose up. Now we, as not only a country…but as a planet; must learn to move forward. I encourage you all to talk about these children’s lives…not there deaths. Their deaths were merely a fraction of a fraction of time…while their lives can fill our hearts completely.

 

I am not avoiding what happened…nor am I saying that it wasn’t horrendous; but I refuse to allow it to take away from those precious memories…some were blessed enough to have with them.

 

It is okay to be sad, it was a terrible day…but know they are safe in our Creator’s arms now. Let us instead…pray for one another…for we must find the strength to continue on. We must learn how to get up out of bed and find the smiles that we lost…that day.

 

I saw God today…and for that…I am thankful.

 

May Peace Forever Find a Home in Our Broken Hearts

This Moment

 

This Moment

When my Grandfather used to speak to us, as children, he would come into the middle of us; pull up a log, bucket…whatever was close by and just start talking. In the metaphoric sense…that is what I am doing today.

We live in a world of have and have not; but we make it that way. We will look at a person and establish that we know all there is to know. We may think that we don’t do this; but how many times do we look at a person’s shoes, clothes, hairstyle, or vehicle…and comment? We have been given the impression that it is okay that we do this; even if that permission has been given…just by not objecting. Once a person has not stepped up to the plate and said…NO; they have given us the OK to continue on.

I often wonder, if we took one second to switch places with that person; would we still speak out of haste? If we were the homeless man standing on the street corner, with a sign; would we be concerned about how he spends his money? How judgmental to determine…who REALLY is in need. Why are we not seeing that the intention is all that matters? Should it matter where the money goes, that we give, if our intention is to help another person? Just like our intention matters; so does theirs. We are not to judge, who should have what. Let us not take out of consideration; it is now 30 or 40 degrees in the warm spots and this person is standing on a street corner…with a sign. He/she is not only asking for a lift up…but for our own humanity. How dare we surmise that the shape of the shoes he/she has on; determines how great the need is?

Going back to my Grandfather; he would tell us, “It is not for us to question or judge another”. And he would silently walk away. We would all be so confused, as to where the statement came from; that we would follow him. One day he walked for miles; we steadily walked behind. He didn’t acknowledge us; nor did he slow down. We needed to know what he was talking about; had we done something wrong? Was he angry with something we had done? Why had he said that? “It is not for us to question or judge another”, such a far reaching statement; but why did he choose to say it to us?

Finally we all ended up back at our home; and until this point…he never uttered another word. He sat down on the steps of our house; we all gathered around him, as if he was about to give out candy. He looked at us seriously, which he always did; but this time he seemed to be searching for something inside of us.

He slowly started talking; silence was all around us. Why did you follow me on such a long and tedious journey? I wasn’t going to the store, didn’t speak to you, and didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get where I was going. Still, here you all are; quietly listening to my every word. I couldn’t speak; for I was certain that if I had, he would stop talking. It was colder outside, although the snow hadn’t begun falling yet; we could see our breath hanging in the air.

He reached out to each and every one of us and touched our shoulders; he softly touched the tip of my cold nose. “I love you”, he quietly said, “but there are things you must learn about yourselves”. He went on and talked for a long time; we never got tired or too cold to listen to his points.

My Grandfather, on that day, gave us true wisdom; if only so I can share it with you today. He said we followed him, because we needed to know more. We didn’t deviate from his path; we didn’t make an assumption about where he was going. We weren’t so self-consumed; that we weren’t curious about what he was saying to us.

He told us; we must often place ourselves in someone else’s shoes; in order to fully appreciate what and who they are. He said you all followed me; even though it was cold and the trip was long; you still walked with me.

There is always more than what we see; once we start judging people, we have fallen off course. When we judge people; we are not judging from a divine place; we are judging based on OUR STANDARDS. Often our standards are tainted; by greed, envy, or some superficial nature we have obtained.

We followed him; we walked his path, and when he got to the end of his journey; we realized what he had told us hours before. Do not judge; unless you understand…mentally…physically…spiritually the journey of another.

We could have concluded that his words were the ramblings of an old man; but we were patient. This man; who had the largest heart and most brilliant mind, I had even known…taught us a lesson in humility.

The next time you see that homeless person on the street…please do not look at their wardrobe; but in their eyes. Become one with their soul; realize that they, too, have a journey…which we can learn from.

Become intent on experiencing the very human journey; judge not lest you be judged. Please remember the Source which will judge you; may be much harsher than any judgment you place on another.

Love like it is your last moment on this earth; for this moment…comes only once  in a lifetime.