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Cross

WAKE UP !

TAKE UP 

YOUR CROSS 
AND 
DIE TO YOURSELF 
WE’RE DEFLECTING 

NOT REFLECTING 

ON THE RESURRECTION 

WHILE HE’S HEAPING HELPING 

AFTER HELPING 

AT THE FEAST 

WHERE WE ARE WELCOME !
JUDAS ISCARIOTS 

SIMON PETERS 

MIRRORING THE ACTIONS 

OF THE “HEATHENS”
BECOMING ONE WITH THE WORLD 

THROUGH TRICKS OF 

ISOLATION 

DEGRADATION

PERSUASION 
WELL, LET ME PERSUADE YOU

AND WHILE I’M AT IT, MYSELF : 
THE CROSS HAD A PURPOSE 

MAN HAS USURPED 

BUT HE’S IN POWER 

NOT THAT WE COWER 

IN THE FINAL HOUR
“IT IS FOR FREEDOM 

THAT WE’VE BEEN SET FREE ”
HOW LONG UNTIL 

THIS SINKS IN ?

AND WE TAKE THE WIN ?

BEGIN AGAIN ?

Hiding 

I wasn’t meant for hiding 

Chiding

Writhing

Chastising my inner 

For what was hidden 

No!

I wasn’t meant to play 

This hide and seek game

Where you know me by name 

But don’t truly know me 

I wasn’t made for highlight reels 

Just so you could get an 

Unreal feel 

Of who I am 

I wasn’t made to live in darkness 

Harnessed 

Parked there 

Bystanders Unaware 

Or when exposed 

“Look out, beware”

I was made for the open 

The light 

And the hoping 

I was made to help focus

Hocus pocus 

Our attention on what’s magical 

A fully, vulnerable soul 

The things you don’t learn at school 

See, we’ve been made to be quiet 

But “not I” says the woman 

Who was truant 

Now fluent 

In imperfections 

And flaws

Without pause 

For I wasn’t meant for hiding.

What a Girl Wants (or a boy) 

Isn’t it simple ?
The desires of children 
To be known
Owned 
But not in that sense 
Someone to take ownership 
To claim them
To name them
To frame them 
Their minds 
Their hearts 
Their likes
Their wants 
Aren’t they looking for knowledge ?
But not that of the world
But rather their world 
Every little boy and girl
That we notice each curl
That we look them in the eye
See them as a prize 
A gift
A treasure 
That we measure 
Them by their cans
 Not their cannots 
Or who they “ought” to be 
Aren’t they looking to me ? 

Guilty 

We’re guilty

It’s filthy 

How robotic 

Hypnotic 

Glazed over optics 

With our hands on devices 

Never think twice

Let it define our lives

This technology 

Superficiality 

Now losing the ability

To think rationally 

Let it sum up identity

How we hang onto likes 

Swipe left and right

It’s how we now measure

Looking at the 

Followers

Friends 

Views 

Well, here’s the good news !

Whether we have one or have many

Doesn’t have any

Real proof or meaning 

I dare us to take a day

Put it away 

Get out of the cave 

Of this social media age

actually have conversation 

Where we sit face to face 

Guarantee that phone can’t ever replace

The feeling of being present

In real time and place

Let’s grace each other with ourselves day to day

Without scrolling

Trolling 

Doling out likes 

Wouldn’t that be nice ? 

“Pride at its Finest”

Pride at its finest 

Your royal highness

Big on assumption 

And gumption

On how God will work

Assert 

Your opinion

Black and white

Wrong and right 

Eyes shut tight 

Toward the gray 

Mayday mayday

See, it Makes us uncomfortable 

To be vulnerable 

Jaws pressed 

To imagine less 

than a flawless

Pants pressed

Assembly 

Of people 

So we 

Achieve 

This glossed over

Boxed in

And covered 

Gospel

Manufactured 

Wrought

And bought 

Sold

To the highest bidder

But it’s Only a glimmer

Of the wide 

Deep 

Heapin’

Love

He doles out 

On all of His children 

Citizen 

This is written with inspiration from Obama’s Farewell Address.

Citizen 

An underpin 

Not to weaken 

But sustain 

Change 

Identify as American 

A title

Not to take lightly 

But to live up to

The pursuit of real truth

Proof

That all are equal

People

Peaceful 

Know our role

Pay the toll

Of putting them first

Be the church

Stake in the ground 

Not lost but found-ed

On principles

For our fellows

Red and yellow

Black and white

That all citizens be precious

In our sight 

Alright ?

Fluency

My writing process is this : 

I have a conversation with someone, think way too long and hard about it, find the teachable moment or lesson , and write about it . 
I have had three Or four such conversations today and I just keep thinking on the words, “I want to be fluent in friendship”. 

Each woman is so very different. Different triggers, hurts, pasts, current situations, divorced, single, younger, older. 

So, I guess, the bottom line for me is that in all of my relationships , I want to be fluent in being a friend that can be trusted and counted on. 

 This encompasses all of the different walks of women I encounter daily, the ones I have chosen to walk alongside and the ones that have chosen to walk alongside me. The ones that let me down, the ones that don’t. The ones that help me grow, the ones I have cultivated and poured into. The ones that I call friends.

 
Fluency 
Fluent in friendship 

Friend to the end-ship 

Penmanship 

The written words 

Between hearts and minds 

Words written on pages or not 

Thought out 

No doubt 

That these women are worth having 

In my life

By my side 

Sink or rise 

Part of a tribe 

Of sorts 

Hear us roar 

Collectively Shutting the door 

On the things that bind us 

Wind us 

Up 

Trust 

That we have each other’s back

No smack

Talking 

Or balkin’

Walking 

toward healing 

Unpeeling 

Layer after layer 

Til we get to the core

Of who we are 

Individually 

But so much more 

Together 

Forever