Praying For Oklahoma

Today At Lunch

Today at lunch
Between books and (empty)love songs
I thought of you for a brief second
And had to say I LOVE YOU!

Hello MAY!!!

I am new…

New in your august array
Dawn spreading joy quietly over me
A blanket of warmth peace and love

Birds chirping to my heart’s delight
A brand new day a brand new month
And lo & behold
What do you know…

A brand new me

*Happy new month friends, may it be a great one . God bless*

Learning To Count My Blessings

I am learning gratitude
Cultivating its attitude
Learning to count my blessings
Each and every labored step of the way

Time And Pain

Time heals the pain
It soothes the pain
The pain soon becoming (fond) memories
Of which love never dies

Love-Our Solemn Reminder

Again tonight our hearts are quiet
The distant hope of each dawn overshadowed by hate and ill
Tragedy lurking in the most unseen places
Calculating and callously cold

Lives shattered like frail glass windows
Blood spilling on city grounds
Humanity wasted for reasons unknown
Violence and deadly vile the language of our times…

Yet through it all love persists
Patiently it beckons &silently waits
Till evil is conquered and love prevails

A solemn reminder tonight in the hearts of many
(That) we can and must do better than this

Longing For Words

I long for the days when words flowed
Like rivers of many water
Pens running dry at the sight of paper
Inks wasted not night after night
Blisters and finger sores
A sign of victory
Wisely masked between metaphors
And Sunday’s steamy nights

Children

Oh! The little things that make them smile
The mighty treasures that they (their hearts) are
These little darlings blissfully called mine

There Are Days Like Today That Beg For A Good Cry…

There are days and weeks that are longer and tougher than others…and such has been the past week…so it was no surprise when I woke up with tears at the pit of my tired throat.
This will come as news to anyone who has been around me today because I am the queen of keeping it all in; I truly believe as adults there are some things we deal with, adjust, adapt… but today I was worn…

I didn’t want to bother the girls because they are babies and they have been worried about me all week…telling their teachers their mom’s back is hurting and she has to go to the doctor, and asking that they pray for me…the Mr. has his plate full as well…so the adult in me kept it all in…

Today however, it was a struggle and so when I left the house for a training class…I knew I needed a good cry…either of my sisters would be great listening ears…but I wanted to be a child and just cry…let it all out without necessarily talking…so I called my dad.

Truth is I am still his child…I always will be, and so I dialed his number without knowing what I was going to say…we talked for a bit and then I burst into tears….I tried to explain the tears but there was no use…
Bless my dad’s heart, one of his many strengths is his quiet spirit and so he listened as I talked and cried…he let me have at it without interrupting…and then like the blessing that he will always be, he encouraged, and prayed with me.

I didn’t feel perfectly better, but I was grateful for the moment to just be his daughter…his child…not wife…not mom…not employee… not busy…not uncertain and unsure….just a child who needed a good cry and listening ears…I pulled myself together after I hung up and went about my day.

My drive home tonight wasn’t as bad and I was just glad I had a home and loving family to go to…then Tenth Avenue North’s “Worn” came on the radio and I had another good cry…the song speaks to me and just how I feel many days…I guess some days just need a good cry and reality check that I am only human…today was one…and I can’t wait to go to bed and just let it all out for the last time…

Lord willing come tomorrow…the sun will shine and hope, grace, strength, and love will be restored….

3/16/13
7:54pm

These Monsters That We Preach

These monsters that we preach 
Disguised as advertisements and fun TV shows
They lead to this hate that we have now reached
Guns passing faster than silly love notes during boring track meets
A generation fast fading in neighborhoods unseen
Their backs turned to themselves and their dying consciences
Hate is glorified in the most lavish of ways
Who can curse faster and better?
Be the bully to that freckled fatty with redhead
Love now larger and farther than a once four letter word
Still a heavy burden on the hearts of those who seek to live it
Monsters are disguised in the most beautiful of ways
Thousand dollar purses on Robertson Boulevard 
Katherine’s growing baby bump the obsession of many dawns
Youths in disdain adults in disarray
Corrupt economies on the rise as the chocolate cookies crumble
Grease stained fingers pointed in diverse directions
Yet those monsters we continue to preach have nothing to do
With the hate that we have now reached