My mother bathes her mother’s feet.
She kneels in quiet reverence,
Raising the one who raised her.
Hands cupping water as if it were holy.
Her hands speak a language older than words.
The language spoken by those who had not yet formed their own speech-
love, poured out in gesture.
My mother is light in shadowed rooms,
She moves like mercy,
She gives like breath.
In her presence,
I remember how to be whole.
She ministers through touch,
Anointing without oil,
Healing without command.
My mother is light before the dawn,
Love that does not boast,
Life that does not end.
In her is a glimpse of the divine.
but even judas kissed jesus.
and sometimes,
my mother’s hands-
those same hands that cupped water like blessing-
become vessels of betrayal.
she hears my sorrow,
then sharpens it,
folding my secrets into her mouth
only to spit them back like stones.
when the shadows are mine,
she is no light.
she names my ache weakness,
my stillness laziness,
my fear ungratefulness.
there is no holy water when i cry.
no anointing,
no mercy,
just the weight of her disappointment,
and the echo of her silence
where comfort should have lived.
Categories:
giveth, analogy, angst,
Form: Free verse
I am not afraid
because
God is my victory
the
word of God
is my
strength shield and sword
and
the
victory is mine
to thine eyes
be the glory
He is my rock
that
i
stand upon
when
i
calleth
upon Him
thus
He is right on time
he giveth me wings
to
sail through the storm
thus
i can call Him up
at anytime
for the Lord
is my shepherd
and
i shall not want
forever and ever amen
yes He will...yes he will
Categories:
giveth, image, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Dead wood for bed
Withered cotton for a mattress
I don’t pluck fruits
I gather them ripe from the ground
A tasty tuber protrudes
With delight I up root it
Cobwebs hang in my ceiling
Ant routes run up and down my floor
Dry grass for a roof
Thick mud for my walls
The wind whistling through the trees
A song announcing a cool breeze
Dry leaves fall graciously like feathers
They form a rustling soft carpet on the ground
The artistry so beautiful without a human hand
It blossoms in my face all the time
I don’t grab from the earth
It gives generously on its own time
Categories:
giveth, adventure, africa, animal, art,
Form: Free verse
oh lord
all
i
ask
but
one slice of bread
to
fulfill all my needs
but
instead
through
faithfulness
i
am sure
and
still, are
i
only need
a tiny morsel of bread
to
give thy soul sweet light
Categories:
giveth, imagery, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Oh lord
today
you
put a message
in
my heart
and
through
faith
all thing are possible
for
every shining star
placed
in
the
coral reefs of heaven
you
giveth them wings
to shine brightly
through
the nights
Categories:
giveth, imagery, imagination,
Form: Free verse
What are the sweet songs of songs worth?
If I not clasp hands with thine,
And thine not twine eyes with I.
See, roses open before the sun,
As the sun folds before night.
Night pours unto the sky,
As the sky empties before morning.
All creation follows a common thread.
Why not thou stitch lay next to mine and mine next to thou.
The breeze walk across the river,
And straws recline against one another.
No grain would be picked if seed is sown with the left hand,
So, what are the sweet songs of songs worth?
If the not giveth myself to thine,
And thine not giveth yourself to thee.
Categories:
giveth, confidence, crazy, creation, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Wealth giveth, yet
Taketh away, God Giveth
And giveth a way
Categories:
giveth, faith, religion,
Form: Haiku