Thank You

in the morning
i awaken to the beat of my own heart
thankful that i’m not homeless
hungry or hustling on the street
begging by the parkway onramp for spare change
because my cup runs over
i have a roof over my head and my own blanket that i don’t have to share with an unwelcome stranger
looking for more than warmth
i have health and strength
and no need for assistance to get up and face the challenges of the day
my chaos has been transformed into peace by the Spirit of the Most High
i have rivers of living water flowing through my soul
and the floodgates of goodness and mercy are opened to me daily
my haters are stepping-stones to greatness
all they can do is watch me rise
mesmerized by the wonders of Your power
they marvel at your faithfulness
Your favor
and love
Thank You

~from "Hairstory"
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rising...

rising...

lyrically inclined

to sing a new song

each purposeful line of joy

dynamically moves the heart

rhythmically enlightening the soul

taking away heartache and replacing it with laughter

no more sadness fills the space

a happy soul rejoicing in God’s glory with the dawning of a new day

healing waters cleansing

redeeming

gaining strength

eyes open to  beginning again

a flower opening in the sunlight

old things truly passing away

making way for the new thing

that’s just beginning on the horizon

destiny awaits

as the tide rolls in

carrying burdens out to sea

and bringing blessings…

lyrically

no justice

we grieve...
the demise of justice in a world where no one matters
where reasonable doubt means nothing
and truth is hidden from eyes blind to reasoning
we grieve...

a thousand times more than a thousand
for the thousands who have lost their lives at the hands of justice
perverted for the few
with liberty for all who can afford to pay
death to those who can’t
and we grieve today
for the many more who will die
without justice

I write

I write

when it makes no sense...

when I have something to say

or nothing to say

not to keep up

compete

or contend for the highest honor

but to be heard by that one whose life will change

because of some random  thoughts that I had the audacity to put on paper

while sitting on a rock on a Sunday afternoon

watching the sailboats passing by

never knowing what my words will mean to someone else

so I write every chance I get

because her life may depend upon my ink.

Remote…

IF I could control my life with a remote…

I would turn back the time and erase all of the haunting memories that worry my soul

and turn on all of the colors of the world that would shine brightly throughout the day

lighting the stars at night in tune with the music of the moon.

If I could control my life with a remote…I would turn off every voice of indifference,

every act of violence,

and all hypocrisy, sickness, pollution and greed.

If i could control my life with a remote…there would be only You and me.

waiting…

she keeps waiting for him to change

his ways

his heart

his mind…

do an about face and turn his desire towards her

but he won’t

so she keeps waiting and hoping

even praying a prayer that cannot be answered

because she can’t see

that he

is

not

the

one…

poetry

poetry is love

like a summer rain watering my soul

in a dry land

making metaphors grow and caress the mountaintops with laughter

inner beauty coming to light on the printed page

lighting the dark places of my life with revelation

changing rhythms with peaks of distinction

carrying away all of my worries

one

word

at

a

time…