Category: Life

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!

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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!

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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!

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The Two Way Street!

On the road to love always, U-turns; will never get the heart from Now, to Forever. At first, if may seem so clear. Why would your heart ever worry, about hopes and dreams? When you’re already, lost in love? The highway to heaven, may seem like the road to bliss. Only if you don’t miss, true love is about choices. The journey, that may take the heart, to a set of wrong turns, and the narrow road. One way, takes the heart in towards a direction, the two way street destination. The way to forever, in love. Two of a kind, living wild and free, without prudence. Might lead to the break down, from a over-heated moment. But, where the rubber meets the road. That’s where trust in love, becomes the heart to heart. Love being the exchange, on the road called life. Though rain falls, the vision of love unclear. Staying in love, doesn’t require a clear view, just the right perspective. An open heart, speaks a powerful message. Even if, a foolish heart, makes some wrong decisions. We can follow our heart, but the soul needs to learn. How to be led, by more than how you feel!

True clarity, comes when the heart knows how to listen, for love’s subtle whispers. A shift in the mind, what gets a heart racing, for of love’s ultimate prize. In love forever, elated with all the passion and desire. Hearts voiding the urge, to let it go zero to sixty; down a lonely highway. Love’s GPS, built into depth of soul, by divine providence. How could it not, love has always been the compass. Navigating my heart and soul, through all the potholes. On the journey home, the heart looks for a sign. The one saying, love walk a mile, to get to unconditional. Love, needs a meaningful alignment. So A to B, will surely get the heart to C. The way, to a reciprocating love. Sometimes, in love you have to pump the brakes, and ease on down the road. This heart of mine, learned long ago the way to turn, until I found my predestined love. My mind, was never in the “so called drivers seat.” Now and forever, driving force behind, what moved my beating heart, took my breath. A profound love, a destiny that can only found, on a Two Way Street!

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Song Inspired; There Was Jesus!

Hearts may wonder, why am I in this place? Where the question becomes, to be, or not to be… forever held in love? This I know, in every stage, life plays out as written. Even though, death blindsided my heart. I won’t ever wonder, why does my heart keep beating? You may want to know, whom do I hold on to? When my silent river, becomes a turbulent See. Looking past what floods, and embracing what wants to drown; allows faith, to walk on water. My heart, has fell many times. But refuses to fall into the charm, in a tainted perspective? Love is the song, freedom the hymn, that woos my soul. In the stillness, whispers of love, saying sometimes; you have to go through, what you need to go through. For the heart, to be in the right place. Within the journey, you’re never on your own. For Hope assures, Faith guides, Love conquers. In the gathering, of broken pieces. It doesn’t mean, your soul can’t still be swept away, by love. When life, brings your heart to the predestined Cross-road. Love, never just a chance encounter. When, you’ve come to the place in your heart. Where your life is full, but your soul not satisfied. Just knowing meaning, without understanding the purpose. My heart, been on a few of life’s empty roads. In the searching, in finding meaning. Where you’ve been, eclipse by where your heart needs to be. In a place, where love recklessly collides, with heart and soul. That changes the trajectory, of every gaze. True worth, always was, profoundly is, will forever be. A heart, going places, a soul never walking alone. On the mountain, in the valley, down life’s winding roads. Love will always there, in the shadows. I don’t have to see, to know how to hold on, to what I believe. A child, learns to fall, so the heart can truly stand, with a firm foundation. When my first breath, and every breath thereafter was taken; There was Jesus!

This song inspired, is sung by Zach Williams, and Dolly Parton, Released in 2019.

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Prevailing Word!

It carries the day, it holds your breath, it reins forever. It praises, it rejoices, it sings, it’s a song. It gives you strength, it encourages. The conqueror of fear, warrior of the darkness. At the center of every triumph, the victor in every circumstance. It will come out ahead, even if it comes in last. It will succeed, been proven superior. It will exist, even if you don’t believe it. It will be present, in the unseen. It will obtain, whatever it seeks. It will still exist, through time and space. It’s in the moon, in every starry gaze, shines like the sun. It will endure, will survive every test. It’s persistent, has a relentless pursuit. It’s common, but yet so mysterious. It delights, it excites, it races the heart. Because it comforts, it embraces, it touches, it’s endearing. Yes, it confronts, it hovers, it fights, it protects; because you’re worth it. It’s deep, it’s so profound; its renowned, with a beautiful story to tell. How it drowns, and saves at the same time. For it’s loving, it’s kind, it’s patient; why it will always sway, so gracefully. Love, the Prevailing Word!

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The Weight!

My heart, seen many years. Along the way, I’ve acquired knowledge. The understanding, revealed through wisdom. Heavy becomes the weight, whom much is given, much required to carry. To lose the weight, the heart first needs to be searched. The purge of toxic thoughts, in the crevices of my mind. Cleanse fragmented influences, from the depth of my soul. So the fiber of my being, can become insulated, by an intrinsic love. Leaning to stand, first means learning to breathe, through love’s deep-rooted presence. The freedom discovered, will be the essence embodied, released in the purest expression. A soul, resting against love’s freeing encounter. Finds the resolve, the heart beating freely. Even when, the weight rest on every heartbeat. Love’s firm foundation, won’t ever be heart and soul. Facing the agony of defeat, under crushing the weight… of life. Scales, identifies a heart, weighed through the prism of a test. The measure of, builds strength of. Your character, and the courage therein. Though we wade, in the wake of loss. A soul bared, reveals a heart lighted. Holding on to memories, just a part, in the weight of loss journey. A lot on the mind, the heart heavier some days, than others. The weight of love, still tugging on the heartstrings. I’m, not always strong, but this I know. The greatest weight, lifted when you’re faithful. To be your strongest, in the moments… your heart needs to shine. Breadth is held, when the height of what you believe, becomes the greater perspective. When the weight, gets to be a bit too much. A heart, held to the flame, becomes a soul, changed by the fire… within. A little faith, will move mountains. Great faith, doesn’t try to move the weighted mountain. That they will gracefully, have the ability to conquer! Jan 12, 2022

Replica!

The old, becoming new. A heart, not beholden to the ties, and the lies that binds. Living free, flawlessly replicated, knowing the deepest love. It will never be, impractical to replicate. The essence, found within the truest love. Over and over, love does it again. Leaves a deep impression, in heart and soul. An expression of love, creating breathless moments. Every breath, reproducing another encounter. True love, should never be about anything, but about someone. With a quality, so profound your heart, mirrors the reflection. A mirrored image, of a love divine. Resembling a heart, imitating what’s deep inside. A heart devoted, to display love’s greatest characteristics. The greatest love, becomes a moving song. When the love, becomes truly breathtaking. Love, paints the picture, but it’s the heart, that replicates the portrait, into a beautiful love story. Similar, can never be portrayed, as a perfect likeness. Love, seen in its purest light. Will profoundly eclipse, what a shadow, ties to recreate. A close variation, will never truly become. The perfect vision, of what love was meant to be. Love, in its undeniable form. Wholeheartedly will be, a faithful display. To soften the heart, in love inspire confidence. So love can be, the renewed perspective. Every day, my hope will always be this. That every heart, will forever become. A genuine Replica, of the Truest Love!

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Love, the Deeper Understanding!

True love, will always take the heart, deeper. Since the beginning of time, my soul, pulled knee deep into love. And over the years, every doubt removed. The love I found, wouldn’t be enough, to sustain the deepest desire. Though, the soul never becomes a slave, fear never became the ties that bind. Sometimes, breaking free of the mundane. Can leave your heart feeling, like one crying in the wilderness. But that’s when, you dig deeper, go a little bit deeper. So when quicksand comes, the sands of time, doesn’t change the perspective. Pulling your heart, into a dark, lonely place. Why, you have to constantly train your soul, with the truth of love. Love can’t grow stronger, with lack of trust. There has to be a foundation, for you to build your hope on. Real love needs, there be a deeper meaning, to build on a firm foundation. The kind, where the breadth, will lift your faith, to a higher level. Where the love, becomes wind beneath your wings, the air within your sails. Where the love, let’s the heart deeply know, what’s in a deepened devotion. Love’s destiny, finds new depth in soul. So, when the heart bleeds, crimson becomes the tide. So when, the soul becomes profoundly revealed, words are forever lost, in the deepest place. Love’s destination, will always begin, with the end in mind. The destiny, what draws the soul closer, to forevermore. In the searching, in the finding. True Love will always leave heart and soul, with the Deeper Understanding!

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The Nuance!

The New, even a subtle change, in love’s presence. Can make the heart, burst with the anticipation. The soul, taking it in, the truest expression. Though, the view can be seen, through different lenses. The heart, what tells the true story. The meaning of love, nuanced through a crimson hue. In facial expressions, in a subtle smile, in joyful laugh. Feelings expressed, situations created, where love bares the heart. The subtleties, the nuance creating an opportunity, for a deeper expectancy. Though, the year’s a foot; the heart racing, the soul preparing. We have to remember, life’s but a breath. The nuance, the days of your lives. Should never become, just another footnote. As our hearts, stroll through the sands of time. Let even the subtle heartbeats, beat with the breadth of life. Anchored faith, what tethers hopes, and dreams. One day at a time, how the months become, life changing. Every day, we need to rise like the sun, to our light shine. When, we don’t allow indifference, to skew the reference point. The nuance is refined, when the motivation is true. But, the degree to how deeply you love, what defines the essence therein!

Real love, with a distinct perspective. Makes all the difference, to all of love’s heartfelt characteristics. You should never, allow your heart to ring in the new, without a reason. Why your soul needs to reach, its true potential. Through, the healing light of love. The heart meets, a lover for your soul. That will forever, awaken your intrinsic nature. With the love, never being a show, but a true display. How the ambiance of love, reveals the light of truth, and your destiny. In the new, the heart doesn’t wait to live. But resist the urge, to let love be just a figment. Shoot for the stars, but aim for infinity, and beyond. Let your heart, toy with the story. Your wings, and heart, will take you there. The subtlety in true love, the quintessential reason. Why even an ounce, becomes love in a different texture. A word, with a greater context. Even, with a chill in the air. The warmth, will never fade. The old, rings it up. The new, ring it in, and celebrate. For love, even in its subtle moments. Won’t leave your faith shaken, the heart deeply stirred. The Nuances of love, fireworks, dancing with your heart and soul, into the wee hours of forevermore!

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