Mama, I’m Through!

Image of George Floyd and his mother.   She would never dreamed, As she crept up to his crib, As every mama does, To make sure he was breathing. She would never have dreamed, On media live-streamed, That his dying call would be to her, Though long departed. She would never have dreamed, On media … Read more

Knees Bowed

I was confused, by asphalt bruised, As his life oozed, his pleas refused. Now my police bow a knee, My first response says “I disagree – That very posture took a life.” Yet now it somehow calms the strife A soothing balm for grieving souls, Instead of heaping burning coals. I start to perceive a … Read more

As a Mother of Two Black Men

  I beseech you, As a mother of two black men. I want them to live to run in the street, to play a mean guitar stanza and hold a crazy karate stance. To do whatever they were made to do without worrying if they will come home to live some more. They are my … Read more

DREAMS – Part 2. Decoding the Communique

Here’s my current understanding of the dream in the previous post: I live in the country, so my house being in a subdivision is an oddity. Look for those in dreams. Consider proximity as a concept, given the current times. The house on the right is marked by panic and furtive, unsuccessful attempts at self-protection. … Read more

Dreams – Part 1. “The Secret Counsel”

I’ve been walking on a mystifying path the last couple of years. As a teen, I read a book called Your Dreams, God’s Forgotten Gift. It made the claim that God is a communicating God. He consistently spoke to men of old via dreams. Why wouldn’t He continue to do that today? I’m further entranced by … Read more