I could cry... 40 years long... a cursed song. What a fight 40 years of night... always missing the light. Why Lord why? We believe the lies and never try. In circles we go there was no Jericho only dry dessert land. Thrist nearly kill we! It took a rock. Still we were loud and wrong not strong we did not believe the Big Man. 40 long years even after the splitting sea it took one generation long... before we see touch the Promise Land.
Category: Encountering New Experiences
My Twilight
For Mrs. J Now is the twilight of my life the shadows overshadow me. A few stubborn rays cling to the gray hairs that adorn my crown. Eighty-nine years. I have travelled far, seen many wonderous sights. Felt life pulsing in, around, between through me. When I cannot see you as you are I see you as you were. What a sight! When the light get's too bright I sink in the shadows and glow with stories of old. Now in my Twilight.
Black
My power comes from you my strength is hewn from your relentless authority I see myself now as priority. I am important I'm a big deal. I know where I stand on the pinnacle of power that I can command the very devil to disbanned and flee from me. No need to chop nor toe the line I find my peace I know I will not cease in the beauty of your lines and shadows. I am Black.
Believe
I accept what I cannot see touch or feel. I know I don't know but I will go to where ever I should be. I have this dream stars aligned for me I see but not clearly but I know it is for me. I believe...
Home
Where do you go when you don't know where to go but you need to know which why to go? A place to be comforted loved accepted? Where? Should we go?
A Series of Unfortunate Events?
Yes! To freedom I shimmy I glide, plier etendre releve sauter tourney elancer just watch me stride. A puddle in my way? oh no, nothing to stop my shine. Too fast! But the beat... Too high! But the breeze... I squeal! I reach! Pure delight. Midway I freeze... Oh no! my steam! That Je ne sais quoi... Gone. now, how, do I dance with me?
But for the Grace of God
There goes a young boy with spring in his cheeks and the glow of the Sun he sees an old soul going slow not vital enough to make a show sweeps him aside "Old man you must go death awaits!" The old man shakes his head he understands seeing brings the young dread - they too one day - if they survive - will be like him. There is too much pain today and so into the corner he is swept for days on end. Then he goes further up the road - an accident. Slowly he moves closer. Ah it is the young man! His glow now diminshed winter haunts him now He has been brought to an early end: "there but for the grace of God go I"
