One Night

It was a hot sticky Southern summers night in the Projects.

Storms

I awoke this morning with this simple thought on my heart “ as a child is, so does a child think ”. The carefree way of thinking and seeing through a child's eyes struck me, with memories of summer days where hot winds blew in, carrying raging thunderstorms.

Looking For Help

I remember a bright warm sunny Spring day in 1968. Though, I can not recall ever going anywhere by myself. I do remember knowing there was something strange going on that I didn't understand. I felt it in the air that day.

Beauty in the Melancholy

Finding beauty in the gray....

Desperate Love

There's a worldly quote about not being able to make a decision when using ones heart? The saying, " you know you can't trust your heart "? Well, even the scriptures say the heart of man is utterly wicked. Because of the fall of man in that garden so long ago. But what is it about a heart that's given itself over to love?

Between His Shoulders

Be our reasonings just or unjust, pain in her groanings are heard and deeply felt. I question; have we lost our divine humanity? Who are we?

Awakened

It's a muggy hot morning where the cool of the night is meeting the heat of the new day, and a mist rises along with the sun.

Choosing

I examine my intentions. Human... I look for humanity. I hear His voice… "They misunderstood ME...but I understand YOU." GOD is conscience of us!

The Rhythm of Life

The calls were made. He was dying.