//If I take this leap of faith will my feet still walk steady? Will my mouth quake with words ready for thanks and giving or collapse on faithless ground again? Today, I walked up these …
//God has not forgotten me blistered in the sky left to soar the world alone, grazing across tree tops Neither has he forgotten the five sparrows sold for two pennies the color of their wings …
Forget what it looks like to reach out to someone because of what Twitter or FB says. Forget what it looks like to reach out in a revolutionary way to form a bridge. Forget what it looks like to just be your common self.
I’m a messy Christian, the kind that’s mismatched
Flash danced, grooves scratched – too much vintage on blast
When the war is over and the ground tilled
a new bloom will make home in her spirit
Ma reminds me of struggle and strife
Take care of your own and to God the rest.
It’s #FiveMinuteFriday at Kate Motaung’s place. The word prompt is MORE. I’m not a prose kind of person at 4:00 a.m.
It is said some don’t grow into their name
it fits like a pair of medias
two sizes to small
This is how you find me/open hands, gathering/vestiges of paper-thin soul/visible deep creases/I used to be a paper crane.
I’m joining #FiveMinuteFriday over at Kate Motaung’s place. The word prompt is REFINE. Below is five minutes of free flow writing. The forward slashes (//) indicate where the timer started and ended. Your turn! Join us at Kate’s …
//These times change us. Malleable feelings summon us when relationships get sideswiped by the unknown; we must remain dependent only on the triple braided cord. God changes us even when our circumstances remain static. Though …