AN EXTRACT REGARDING GOD AND HIS CONNECTIONS WITH US. “My hands, my feet, my poor little brain, my eyes, my ears, all matter more than the whole sweep of these constellations! He burst out. “God himself, the God to whom this whole universe-speckled display is as nothing, God himself had hands like mine and feet…
It was only yesterday that you held me in your arms and marveled at my pouting lips, my chubby cheeks. You were enchanted by my wisps of hair and wondered why blonde, but then you remembered my mother’s bloodline and smiled; it would pass as the proper me emerge. So many years later I hold you in my arms and marvel at how fragile you had become, how vulnerable; your brown eyes are devouring…
WATCH, LOOK, LISTEN, PRAY Ride the wind, feel the vibrations. God is with us . The wind brings news The trees bend their leafy ears to listen, they move from side to side and up and down with joy, They say it’s the wind gust, I say it’s the joyful news that God is with us. cc: lmh 3/28/17
I don’t remember my age then, making a guess I would say I was perhaps 24 years young. My current admirer at that time, invited me to his home in the hills of St. Andrew set among big leafy banana trees, trees with ripening cocoa pods, a scattering of coffee trees, yam mounds, and mango trees. Quite a random farm he said it was. But oh, the beauty of the landscape framing the city of Kingston at the foot of…
OPINION. Who wants to die? The answer is a unanimous din; no one want to die, we all want to live forever, Heaven knows why! Today, I want to live and I know why. Flimsy the reasons may seem, nonetheless, I want to see the lovely flowers in continuous bloom, I want to see the moon hanging low in the sky, yellow like the yoke of a large brown egg. I…
Shall we make a joyful noise unto the Lord? Or will we all sit down by the waters and scream? It’s no use Grandma, my then two-year old granddaughter once said when she locked herself in the bedroom and we could not get the door open because she did not know how to manipulate the complex lock. After thirty minutes of trying to walk her through the process, I lay down flat on the floor to peer under the…
Every step I take there you are, dark corners etched with fear and disillusions tongue-tied and confused; anxious my thoughts roll on without punctuation somewhere there is rhyme and reason but still no punctuation to separate my days from more days with the same timing. When he died I was shocked at the outpouring of concern and grief, and then you die and I sit here befuddled at the concept. Seems like you have turned a very different corner…
that though I speak from a place of reason – supposedly I pause to wonder about last night and all the anxieties of electing Donald J. Trump as the new American President. Fresh off the boat so to speak ,without a single political or military background, Mr. Trump is the new Commander-in-Chief for the United States of America. In my present view I see him as someone adept at board games with one idea and that is to win. After a win,…