Mocha Muse
I’m having soup for food today
because I am so poor
I mean that in a financial way
I’m rich in blessings of lord
I can sit and doodle a bit
With muses on my brain
But so engaged in my writing page
Soup gets cold all in vain
Seems I’m wired to be inspired
By amethyst art of variety
Music poems stories songs fire
Of purple piety
Spirit is loud it starts to shout
You were born to adorn and create
Awareness and, a special blend
Of praising God in your purple way
Fruit of the spirit feeds us here
In the womb of Poetry Soup
I can glide down rainbow slide
Of your mind in words of truth
As I grow within my chocolate soul
I feel the ancestors smile
Stories of old make me emerald glow
I live to make them proud
So pardon me if I peach preach
My heart belongs to Jehovah
When I eat I pray in pink peace
That he blesses food over and over.
Thank you Lord for my daily bread
Even when it is just soup
By his hand I am fuchsia fed
And led by his mocha muse.
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2023
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