’til it’s over

I have learned
what grace provides
I have breathed
my fear has died
God has given
I’ve received
the beauty of believing
the end is still coming.

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Victory

Justice comes to those
who fight
no matter the battle-
can’t run and hide-
wait for the victory
push fear aside
wade through the depth
of sacrifice
the price of justice
blind faith and keen eye
take in the moments
bring courage to life
show the demons
they’ve no place
here tonight
bleed for the victory
give Heaven it’s time.

Declarations

Blessed by spirits
blessed in love
my soul is freedom
my heart becomes
pure as water
driven snow
my blood on fire
divine inferno
God is keeper
I am kept
my faith is trust
in that which is
blessed is all
that love has given
my portion greater
then my eyes
my life I’ve entrusted
to the Divine.

Rose petals fall

Break me further
this I chose
broken fever
my weakness grows
you show defiant
my mind explodes
if I am quiet
will our love show.
How many silent
sobs will sing
the old reliable
melody
I don’t belong here
not the same
can you really love me
and forget my name?
Whenever in need
call to the wind
apparently this suffering
erases anothers within
this is the sorrow
that which can’t show
do I belong here
or am I alone.

 

I wore pants to church

I remember the days
when I had to wear a skirt to pray
those jumpers my dismay
but I wore them to school anyway.
I remember the days
confused by what I saw
not even four foot tall
not sold on what I was taught
one day I just woke up
saw it for what it was
and said I’d had enough.
I remember the day
I wore pants to pray
the nuns stopped me in my tracks
but I never once looked back
told them to call my parents
my mother on their side-the merits
of properly dressed females
but my father stood by my details
told him of my discomfort
that I refused injustice
that I would pray in pants
and he told them again my stance.
I remember the days
that I knelt down to pray
God on my shoulder always leading the way.
I remember the days-
Catholic memories
of standing up to nuns
and living comfortably.
I remember the days
only a little girl at play
when I changed the system
never needing permission
just God’s little vixen.

In plain sight

Wolf in sheep’s clothing
leading the lowly
taking right over your home
but you know no better
you just have to weather
the violence in their holy tome
if you reject it
or speak of its message
we will take more than your skull.
Allah and his text
pure love and progress
though we ignore it’s anthem-
Muslim’s can lie to the unwise outsiders
they can blamelessly murder you.
Christians are told that
man’s law comes first and
if you do break it
you then must take it
the lashes meant solely for you.
Islam it teaches
to turn nonbelievers
to take over where they make home.
Follow Sharia
no matter the heathens
your home is your faith and your law.
Islam it teaches
to respect no outsider
so you just pretend
that they are not liars
if they do love us
you’ll never know unless
they choose to protect
their new home.

Religion and ethnicity

Faith is not ethnicity-
though it’s a part of culture,
religion is not nationality-
though it to may add to
its order.
Religion is not ethnicity,
Jews are not a race.
A Muslim practices Islam
whether in black, white, brown
or Greek face-
yes, a Jewish person may be
from Belize but,
that doesn’t change his color
or his place of origin.
Religion is a factor
but they are not one
in the same,
as ethnicity is made up of
more components
than just
your faith.
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Pink Petals

I’m not alone
I found myself
and now I know
I’m not alone
this world it has
found me a home
and when I’m gone
I’ll take the smiles
and the rage
I’ll take the sorrow
and this pain
it’s made me whole again
and now
I know
I’m not alone
I’m not alone
I found myself at once again
stepping ever at the edge
my world a tide of once again
I’m not alone
I’ve my own, my love
my marriage to this tome
I’m not alone
ever caged but free to roam
this I owe
my beloved soul and heart
too worn to ever
beat again
I’m not alone
and on my deathbed
this I know
I’m going home.