The Art of Nurturing

It's like this
you have a
canvass
you can't rush the finished
masterpiece
by throwing paint at it
you must use a brush
and yet finger painting
is so intimate
strokes
and caress
the life into it
you have to focus
your energy
with deliberate
love
words
and colors
that soothe
and strengthen
the corners of your
painting must be
strong enough
to hang
in society
when you put
down
your brush
nurturing is
an art
perfect
your
craft

Some of My Favorite Verses

Luke 6:

Love for Enemies

²⁷ “But to you who are listening I say: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, ²⁸ bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.

I have enemies even if they're only jump offs of Satan himself. I don't always know their individual look but I know that spirit. So when I find it hard to say nice things I just pray and it's sometimes difficult to articulate in the natural, therefore I speak in my prayer language knowing that the Holy Spirit will only translate the good of my heart.

Some Of My Favorite Verses

¹¹ For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. ¹² Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. ¹³ You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. ¹⁴ I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back from captivity. #Biblegateway

God is not hiding from me or you. What a high? To know that I have sought after someone who is highly visible and doesn't even consider hiding from me. I'm in love.

My Flesh #5

My eyes are wide open
how I wish they were closed
and I was deep in sleep
then when morning came
and I rose
this would be a nightmare
played out solely
in the recesses of my
unconsciousness

My eyes are wide open
and my heart is bleeding
on the inside of me
for the mother who
cries as her child lies
in plain sight
struck by a hatred
disguised

My eyes are wide open
as a look to heaven
wanting to ask
why my God why
nothing I tell her will
ease this void
violently imposed
this fateful day

My Flesh #4

As I cry
I rejoice
for I believe
with all of me
as hard as it is
to accept the
end result
our children
are having a new kind
of fun
over the moon
circling the sun
in the midst of
heat theirs is a cool
relief

As I cry
I rejoice
for I believe
the devil had to
get permission
to take Trayvon
out of this world
in order to usher
him into the next

over the moon
circling the sun

My Flesh #3

My skin
screams for justice
just as his voice
cried

It's truth
he died
in a fight
unfair

Makes no difference
a tree
a gun
a river
or the
sidewalk

His blood
left his body
and hit the
ground

My skin
screams for justice
just as his voice
cried

How the memory
of my ancestors
looks
at this America
in disdain
relived pain

Our sons
are gone
from this walk
we are propelled
to gather together
just as
we gathered together
for the cause
of humanity and justice

My skin
screams for justice
just as his voice
cried

My Flesh #2

As long as our skin is darker than most
mahogany brown
blue black
or African
we shall see harder days
but joy awaits
with our heavenly gaze

As long as our skin is darker than most
fitting in will be difficult
at best
looking for our place
of comfort
in this land will seem
to be elusive
as sandcastle
on dry land

As long as our skin is darker than most
we will have
to school our children
on how to simply
walk to the store
for candy and soda
shall we go two by two
I think so
but even this is no guarantee

As long as our skin is darker than most
I'm going to make sure that
death will be stared in the face
life beyond the clouds will
be a final resting place
because God will be the
final judge of where and when
we open our eyes a second time