Escape the world in the sights and serenity
The hummingbirds stop by and birds sing a melody
The roses nearby create aromas divine
I desire to escape in this private world of mine
Gina Surgeon
Gina Surgeon
Gina has had a lifelong interest in reading and writing. As early as elementary age she has received requests to recite her poetry in school, church, and to pen pieces for special occasions. She is currently working in the publication process of several books and works of poetry. The best of which is a children's book series created with her granddaughter Ayanna. Professionally, Gina serves as Executive Director of Positive FACE, a nonprofit organization that she founded to encourage life excel in at-risk students. Her blog, which features writings from her testimony and vision, can be found on the organization website www.positiveface.org.
The Night is for Sleeping
Parties, scheming, out right creeping
None of those things
The night is for sleeping
Get up early to maximize your day
Turn in early
Make your stress go away
Prayer Life
At morning rise
I hit the floor
Thanking my God
For every place my feet will explore
“You are my now
You are my destiny
Without your love
Lord I don’t know where I’d be”
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“You make a way
You’re promises are true
In you I trust
Praise forever goes to You”
You Remind Me
You remind me of:
That special moment when everything you thought would go wrong; goes right
The type of day when storms are forecast but instead the sun comes out new and bright
The breath of celebration when you’ve accepted failure, only to realize that you did succeed.
When you think you have lost everything, and wake to find you have all that you need.
There are times that I want you, times that I crave you, times that I need you to care
And in some way, every time, I find that you are always there.
I can never forget, ignore, or leave your love.
You’re so good for me my angel from above
I can never deny your love, hide your love, I’ll always be and believe in your love.
A Note for the Road
Dear Loves,
In the most critical year of your life, a few defining things will happen.
Someone or something will be born and die. Yes, both will happen – a birth and a death.
A great love will be lost and one will be gained.
You will question God, and if you are listening, you will get the answer.
If you are honest with yourself, you’ll realize that you’ve had the answer all along.
Then the most critical thing that will happen is that you will find yourself.
You’ll appreciate the bad times and decisions for the building blocks that they are; and you’ll celebrate the good times and decisions for the foundation that you’ll see on that day.
You will fall in LOVE, with YOU.
Your dream will become a clear project plan and you will know your purpose.
The things that you once valued will have little worth if they aren’t critical to your path, and it’ll be okay.
In the most critical year of your life, you’ll know.
You will find that you are enough, Always
Like Rain
Love comes down to choices
Much like the choice of being in the rain.
Rain – can seem soothing or threatening. It’s always important, a force to be acknowledged.
When it comes you never know how intense it will be, no matter what you’ve heard, until you experience it.
You look out and suddenly you’re faced with choices. You can’t stop the rain but you can choose how it affects you.
You may choose to stay inside and miss it altogether. Live where it’s safe and never get wet.
You may choose to adorn a cover. Go in put stay protected from all that it can do to you.
You may choose to just go out into the rain. Fully experience the torrents and just get wet.
If you choose to get wet you again have choices. How did it feel?
You can choose to be overwhelmed by the wet and cold that you have to live through.
You can choose to be embraced by each drop, taking joy in the nourishment that it gives everywhere it falls.
And if you embraced the rain, you may then choose to go out in the rain again and again
Until it fulfills the promise to make you grow
Sorry, Not Sorry
Oh you want my cooperation
Pardon me, I have an obligation
To define me and my situation
Use my free will and imagination
To be unique me, not an imitation
So no, you can’t have my dedication
Childhood Pet
Gina had a little dog
and Brownie was his name
Remember Mary’s lamb that went to school?
Well Brownie did the same
He wasn’t smart or good for tricks
And was quite past his prime
But he was there to pick her up each day
As though he knew the time
Gina had a little dog
and Brownie was his name
He lived each day being loving and loyal
Until his rest time came
Rebroken
One million chances to try to make it right
To my shame, the results the same
I cried another night.
The Place
There is something I need to say about this place where I live
Not the structure that protects my head from rain
This body, my living frame that I live in each day
It follows me everywhere that I go
It is broken and tattered, but clean and warm
It sometimes welcome’s the happy friend; that sometimes leaves as a willing stranger
This place where I live hold the Joy of celebrations new and old
It is a place that embodies my immortal soul and
It is the place my soul will leave behind when living here is no longer right.
This place where I live has stood strong through all seasons
Its windows have been clouded and clear, its door has been locked and left open.
I want to say, about this place that I live, that I love it more every day….because it is mine
I have, yes, had occasion to want it destroyed and sadly have purchased my own wrecking ball
But I’m glad permission was not granted to tear it down.
This place, where I live, will be the place where I am nurtured and nourished
This place, where I live, will be the place where I am comforted and caressed
This place, is where I will Live