Gloria Nicolelli

My tongue is the "pen of a ready writer"
My heart is the spirit of a compassionate fighter.

Talent of poetry is God sent
Expressing "Himself" and what is meant.

Through careers of medicine and real estate,
Poetry is my career to date.

Evangelizing, ministering to homeless and streets
Is not a career, but a lifetime feat.

Here I am at sixty-two, plus
Writing poetry to help all of us!

Truth shall make us free,
Poetry, the fastest way to liberty.

Amazed at what God can do,
Member of International Society of Poets, too!!

Shelter of the world
a place where evil dwells

Lost and lonely, go for help
only to find HELL!

Money by the millions given
to the keepers.

Only produces, misery, despair
and "Homeless Weepers!"

There is shelter, where one may go
It is above, and not below

Under the pinions of his wings,
Peace, prosperity He does bring.

He makes the "Way" to get you out
He turns your life round about

Go to "HIS" shelter
The shelter of life

And not the world's
Shelter of strife!

Peace shall not come through the mouth of man
For his words ar no more than grains of sand.

Spoken and blown away
His words of peace, won't last a day.

World of conflict and dis-ease
All choose to do as they please.

In the midst of all this strife
Many have destroyed precious life.

Peace of the world is a "light."
It glows in the darkness of our "rights."

He is the "Light" - Our "El Shaddai!"
He is the "Spirit" - that cannot lie!

In His light of His word
One finds the peace and has heard.

"Righteousness and Peace are not of man
But of the "Light" who is "I Am!"

A tramp can be something of a bum!
No home, roots, love or job, just a thumb!

He is aimless, useless, an angry being
Constant pain of his past upbringing.

Under the garbage of this mess
Is a man of beauty and finesse.

He rides the buses as a tramp
While inside, he hides "His" lamp!

Lamp now visible to brighten his way
No returning to the tramp of "yesterday."

Out of a tramp, arose the man
Who now fulfills my life, and God's plan.