Words are my art
And my ministry;
I write, I speak,
I evoke, I exhale
Words,
Into the ether;
What comes next
of the symbols and breath I share
I cannot contain,
It is with benevolent intention I infuse
These words
That I trust
Will come to settle
Where they are most needed,
With Spirit,
As the guide.
Tag: spoken poetry
A Friend
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These are thoughts
Long sealed in
For fear they drive away
A friend.
I do not confide how their presence
Sets the soul at ease;
Why keep such a blessing to the self then?
Love is not just passion,
hearts and roses,
Love,
Was once upon a time
Hijacked
By wedding planners, Hallmark, Victoria’s Secret And Kay’s,
So thus we forget,
Or never learn
That even romance
Should start with a friend;
A friend
–perhaps it is thus why we tiptoe
Around showing these trusted,
Beloved companions and confidants,
friends,
Our Love.
May we be wise
And remember,
Only a friend
Can truly appreciate
A friend’s Love.
Magick of Being
Time is
an illusion
It’s ever a moment at a time,
Each individual one
We think
We have,
Yet, we only know of it
Once it’s passed,
Worry not
For what has come and gone,
Live in the present
To make Being
last.
Pent-Up
Get it out
The pent up
The block;
You,
Levee on the verge of break
Needing
controlled release
Express the unsaid
The wordless,
With body, spirit, mind,
Any way
To let out
The In,
The feelings
The feeling trapped
Get out
Of the cage that
Is both unlocked
And ever
open
Looking Back
Looking back
Only to see how far
I have come
I see winding treacherous obstacles
That I survived
And here on this other side
I thrive.
She of Letters 