without repudiation, i am a prisoner of hope

My mother prayed. Fervently with supplication and dedication, I would listen as she and her prayer circle covered every family member from the youngest to the most infirm, asking God’s grace and healing over their lives. My mother prayed. I listened to her words. Memorized her pleas. Later folded them into my own. My mother…

meditation, a morning indulgence

sky pregnant with dawn late mating cicadas screech singing wordless prayers i bath in this pre-day light hollowed out my mind a receptacle each breathe exultation i meet THEE here enamored in surrender let it be let it be love rises enfolding me kneading each limb i am renewed thank you the sweetest of praise…

a woman with an issue (sermon from a couch)

there was a woman with an issue. 12 years she lived with a hemorrhage. 12 years, she bleed. all her money spent. no one could tell her why. no one could cure her of the issue. for 12 years, she lived. sick. tired. ostracized. alienated. defiled. broke. defeated. who doesn’t understand this woman. this woman…