Jean Lomax-Jackson

Orlando, FL, USA

Jean has written poetry since age 11. Her mother inspired that, "Practice makes perfect, perfect makes pleasant." Like mother, she also prepares the most pleasant food recipes endowed. She retired from work as an office manager and accountant. She is now writing a devotional book from personal and spiritual experience to inspire the lives of others. Jean is a very private, unique Christian who also has the gift of prophecy, writing songs and teaching reading. Her poetry is often published in a local newspaper and also by The National Library of Poetry. "Writing causes me to daily flourish like foliage, around the Fountain of Living Waters."

Quakes, Floods, storms, fires, send warnings
That God is not honored for His creations
For the abundance of all things given us,
Or worshipped in reverance and dedications.
Thats What It Mean?

America

America! God gave you broadful landings
Designated mountains, valleys, tropics.
With measures of shady green pastures
To keep the Promised Land, Showing.

America! God gave you beautiful children
Different races, ethnicities, cultures.
With mixtures of created colors
To keep the Melting Pot, pouring.

America! God gave you bountiful harvests
Delicate barley, whole wheat, grain.
With multiple rows of healthy sheaves
To keep the Milk and Honey, Flowing.

America! God gave you blessedful knowledge
Diligent progress in technology.
With marketings of highest risings
To keep the American Dream, Growing.

America! God made you the glory of all lands
Which HE searched out in pleasure.
Filled with insight into things unseen
To keep the Crown of Life, Glowing.

The Earth

The earth circles in a silent motion
Stilled with gravity on a balanced scale
To give us a stable, firm foundation.
but when it quakes into trembling sounds,
What Does That Mean?

The water flows in an extreme portion
Filled with hydrogen on a waving trail
To give us progress in life longivity.
But when it floods on to solid grounds,
What Does That Mean?

The wind blows in a breezy notion
Sealed with oxygen in a timeless gale
To give us needed breathe of fresh air.
But when it whirls into fierce rounds,
What Does That Mean?

The fire ignites in a safety caution
Grilled with tempergen on a lower rail
To give us comfort in evironment aspects.
But when it flemaes out of circuit bounds,
What Does That Mean?

The earth in quantity, gives us quality
Tilled with nitrogen in a hefty bail
To make us vital in each daily quest.
But when it shrinks into smaller pounds,
What Does That Mean?

Thou Remainest

The ship pull anchor moving in the night
As tides rolling briskly out to sea.
Vessels small and great sank at the faintest,
But thou, O ship of Zion, remainest.

Storms growing strong, the night too long
Billows roar dauntlessly in the dark.
"Gone With The Wind," is a fate thou containest,
Still, thou remainest.

On and on, fierce waves push to no ends
Twisting, twirling, tossing.
Chart and compass 'alas now seem vainest,
Yet, thou remainest.

Desolate, no other ships are caught in sight
Yet, follow the course that leads home.
Boldly, surely, conquer the toilsome strain,
And always thou, remain.

Now, calmness gives sight of a hopeful scene
In the distance, a lighthouse! a lighthouse!
Sail on towards the awesome dawning terrain,
Remainest thou, remain!