Down on my knees, I’d get in my spirit, tending to my wounds. Touching quarry -deep. Tapping rain excavating debris, Down on my knees, there is a word that speaks beyond what I can see, There is a faith in me, There is a gentle resting place, It has always been, As I take time, Down […]
Month: September 2016
I’ve touched mechanical parts of my soul. I’ve touched rock watching these waters leap over me, I’ve touched joy knowing, I’m stronger than I realize
Bout time I pray with water in my hands just in case- Bout time I see a future designed congruent with me. So you can have my father’s plantation you can have watch night, my house coat and every measure of fabricated cotton. Bout time, I’d be moving on
The reservoir of our souls the land of joyous keeping. A place where I belong.