Month: February 2022

These!

These hands, will raise the banner, display the One, with unfailing love. These feet, will walk the miles, to know the heart, of the ones who feel the pain. Be at the place, where the broken-hearted live. This voice, will speak for those being silenced, to have no voice. These tears, will forever flow. For the ones, who can’t cry anymore. These lips, won’t keep silent. Love speaks with authority, when the voice of truth. These eyes, will see the injustice, the wounds. The ones being deafened, suffering in the silence. This mind, will think of endless ways. How this heart of mine, can shine a light on love’s greatest treasure. The unselfish, unchanging, unconditional love. I’ve had to learn, how to stay in this place. Be available, be love extended. I, would have never known this place. If love didn’t first take me, from living in a silent river. To become a voice, loving in the wildness. Love, helped to lay it all down. For nothing else, can take its place. True love, wants you to be the heart, for every soul in need. Show love’s undying portion, for every soul you meet. A hand, reaches out. A heart, opens wide. The ears, hears the cries. The eyes, sees the need. The voice, speaks the Word. The lips, sings praise. Love, is the good news. Every hand and feet, it’s love in motion; the heart and soul, in action. Give love your will, and love will give your heart purpose. Let love, be your hands, your ears, your voice, your eyes, in your mind, and every breath. Say love, I’m available to You. Be my heart, so I can become, love to the least of These!

WCR

Black History; Nubian Queen!

Since the dawn of time, whenever a Nubian queen, needed to address an unmanageable situation. She would set out on a quest, to the salon. The place, formally called; “the hairdresser.” To beautify, enhance her natural glow. The deNial, why would anyone; when her beauty, flows like a river. While there, she would surely become enlightened, with the latest news. For some, the wether or not, even if you didn’t ask for it. Forecasted, the possible hot tempered, or the possibility of the cold shoulder. What happens in the salon, would mostly be broadcasted… outside. My Nubian beauty, never felt the need to engage. Her heart, chose the path of virtuous. She would sit, on her rightful throne, with stylish fashion, make her intent known. Some queens, made the dialogue be, about establishing dominance. She, focused on the productive, what wasn’t toxic, to her crown. Sometimes, the beautify encounter seemed, like a sparring match; the bob, and the weave. You bear it, and grin, trying to keep the peace. The subjugation, reigning wayward thoughts!

Even though, weaving seems like a grudge match? Love, not about the upper hand. Loosening the grip, on love extended, eases the tension. To let your heart get tangled, up in a not so subtle exchange. The hairdresser, a name rarely used these days. The new title, is more stylish, sophisticated; “as a salon, and spa.” Where you go, to get your hair did, your nails did, your feet did, your face… did I mention? True beauty, resonates from within. A Nubian queen, have that “je ne sais quoi. (a quality, that can’t be easily described). Natural beauty, it’s a real ting; dem ah fi tek you serious. (they have to take you seriously) For, every beautified soul, showcases your presence, as royalty. A heart, looking so fly, like a graceful butterfly. Knowing, how to withstand pressure. Makes the resolve, a fabulous measure. Making you, wanting to grab your rag and wave, jamdown style. Caribbean queen, don’t ever throw in the towel. When you get home, love will be… forever. Though, life makes you feel, like you’re losing the fight, and your mind, with every tug on the heartstrings. Nubian, pray for strength, and you will, surely endure to the end(s)!

Nubian, “And after you, have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.” 1 Peter 5:10 ESV

This piece, for all the black women. Who had to endure, every beautifying encounter, for love, and with grace. I originally, wrote this as a draft in 2015, not sure if I would post it. I was inspired to share it, by a piece I read about black hair. And so, I rewrote it, for black history month. My Nubian and I, have been married for 34 years, this May. Seeing her, go through the long sessions, and the process involved. Makes me appreciate, what women go through. Even though, this is tongue and cheek, and though some may not get the humor, or have never been through the experience. I wanted to honor, all the Nubian queens. For what they do to look their best, for themselves, and the ones they love!

WCR

God’s got it!

Woke up this morning, and searched. My heart, wasn’t missed placed; my soul, being examined. X marked the spot, every found ray of sunshine. You see, every day; I dig deep, not to find my worth; to bury my pride. Make up my mind, to let love be, my everything. But, if truth be? I’m still learning how to breathe, while every breath is held. I don’t worry about tomorrow, I let tomorrow worry about itself. Every anxiety, the unknown, are put in there place. I am, no longer a slave to fear. When the rain falls, every tear, bottled up forever. I don’t, have a pity party. I look to the heavens, and dance in the reign. How much money in the bank, enough gas in the tank; let me be frank, I don’t worry about it. Food on the table, a roof over our head. My Father, supplies what we need. His love is my home, His wealth is my abundance, the promises are yea. Vertical, how my posture, lets my love get noticed. Woke up this morning; every praise, intentional. Every breath, with confidence. My heart, God’s got it!

WCR

In Unison!

We will, not always be on the same page, and that’s okay. As long, as the love in our hearts, are in sync. Sometimes, the heart sings off key, it’s the harmony that matters, in a heartfelt love song. If we learn, the pitch doesn’t have to be perfect. For the tone of our love, to be in agreement; unconditional. Hearts, don’t have to beat synchronized. For the love to be moving, just compelling. Feeling, moved by just emotions. Will never sway, love needing a harmonious melody. Individually, we are flawed, but with togetherness, we change the dynamics. Blending in, should never change how much, a heart stands out. True love, comes from deep within. Affirmed, by the heart in action. Real strength, not about the mite, but that your love might; act with true sincerity. Two, or three hearts in acquiescence, changes love’s perspective. Love, not about being in formation, but with the right information. Your love, bares a distinct quality; love’s truest simplicity. The heart, the original stringed instrument, joined in love’s chorus. Playing its part, in the quintessential love symphony. In friendships, in relationships, families. Heart to heart, in concert, bounded by love. A cello, though part of the same family; will never be mistaken, for being a violin. We may, have similar make ups, but every heart, unique in its own right. Oneness of heart, synthesized love, in unison!

WCR

Her Strength!

Every day, her heart rises, to the challenge. The personification, the representation, her quintessence. Life shapes, her love becomes. Deepened, heightened, enlightened, emboldened; profound. A woman’s worth, because you’re you. Her love, endearing, her heart, enduring, her soul, unfolding. Her story, compelling, her existence, prevailing. Doing it all, giving her all; her affection, revealing her deepest desire. Her passion, to show you her heart. Her intimacy, into you to see. Her devotion, unyielding, her humanity, love a thousand ways. What weighs on her, not love on the brain, the love on her heart. Her friendship be received, her kindness be accepted, her tenderness be felt. Her warmth exposed, her amour respected; love unconditional. Her essence, the inner beauty. Her poetry, love in motion. Her muse, self in diverse means. Her contemplation, accomplishments with hopes and dreams. Her clarity, the untainted perspective. Her resolve, powerful. Her purpose, consequential. Her initiative, pivotal. Her being, to be reckoned. For her Strength, her characteristics, undeniable!

WCR

Here, in Your Love!

The beginning, starts with life, is but a breath. How do you find words, when words won’t be enough, to capture a lifetime, of moments lived? What do you do, when words are heard; but your heart not understood? When the heart aches, every breath is tightly held. Here, in Your love, hope is found, peace becomes the stillness. Just one moment, in love’s embrace gives my soul, the strength it needs. People, looking from the outside in. May think you seem so strong, but it’s only, in whom you find your strength. The truth, everyday; I’m hanging on, to enduring love. My love story, written before my soul, took its first breath. While, my heart beats, my confidence is this? Every tears, every bottled up emotion, will never be wasted. In the reign, love pours into my soul, through an open heart. So I can receive, love’s endearing grace. When, my breath is slipping away, and heartache slips in between. Deep love, helps me breathe. The banner, over every circumstance; unfailing love. In brokenness, in every valley, in the struggle, in the questions, in the depth of my soul. Sweet love, in every need, it meets me here, in my heart. Friend, in the grief, in the tears, in the courage, with prayer, I will meet you there. Resting, in the breadth of God’s love, what makes all things, every breath become new. In your heart, where loving memories, live forever!

A poem: You live, in our heart, in our soul. You live, your heart won’t be forgotten, nor the memories fade away. You live, time can’t erase. What the heart, won’t let be erased, by the sands of time. You live, the night can’t eclipse, what love will enlighten. You live, in reflections, in the impression. You lived, you’re living, loved ones will forever be alive, in our hearts!

This piece, is dedicated to Vivian Schrock, and her four kids. Who lost their husband, and father, a couple days ago. Keep them in your prayers. I can relate, next month would have been my daughter’s birthday, and it’s the one year anniversary, of her passing. The link to her website, God’s whispers of truth, can be found Here. There’s also a link (Here), to a song called meet me here. It speaks, to what we all face, in this journey called life!

WCR

Sweet Love!

Your love, such a special treat, so delightfully sweet. When, I look into your eyes, your love always tasteful as creamy caramel. Mrs Brown, eyed complexion. My sweet lady, there’s no complexity, to the love we share. If it’s not one heartbeat, how can sweet love, last to the end of time? Girl, your heart has never been shy. To let me see into you, to indulge my soul with endless love. Milady, I will hold open the door, show you my heart. I will forever adore, everyday give your heart more, of my sweetest love. Will appreciate you with this, celebrate you with bliss. Never let your soul miss, when my heart utters I do, still love you. Babe, heart to heart, how we walk to forever. Lets hold on to love, like we won’t ever let each other’s heart go. Sweetness, will never be my weakness. In the moonlight, your love sparkles like the starlight. In the daylight, your heart shines like the sunlight. By candlelight, how our love gazes, into our hopes and dreams. Your love, the thing in my heart, the presence by my side. Love, the word to consume thoughts, the river to drown hearts. Mi Amor, my buttercup, my candy girl, my valentine; you’re the sweetest honey. My sweet dreams, are made with these!

Happy Valentines, to every heart! For my bride and I, this is our 35th valentines together. Many have asked me, “what’s the secret, to have a lasting love?” My answer, “love the one you’re with.” Don’t try to change them, adjust your heart’s perspective, to make it become the love they need! Whether it’s days, weeks, or years together? Make the moments, in love’s embrace truly special. 365, how much days a heart needs, know true love, and find forevermore!

WCR