#BlackLivesMatter

I know you feel uncomfortable when you hear #blacklivesmatter
But imagine how we feel when we're told we don't
We're constantly told we don't matter
By the news
By clothing designers
By awards shows
By historical documents
By the movie industry
By advertisements
By employers
By realtors
By law enforcement
Yet you want us to be quiet
And not react
As we are being led like sheep to slaughter
Yet you want a stiff upper lip
As we watch senseless brutality
Against our people
Yet you want us to stand idly by
As we clean up yet another bloodstain
Yes, all lives matter
But we need you to get off our backs
Remove the shackles from our feet
Take the nooses from around our necks
And acknowledge that #blacklivesmatter just as much!

From the ground up

From the ground up...
(penned February 10, 2017)

I am so a part of God
And He is so a part of me
We cannot be separated
Even Paul said
Neither death nor life
Nor height nor depth
Shall separate me
From the God's Love,
And because God is Love
I cannot be separated from Him.


He built me from the ground up
He took dust
And in the loving loom of His Fingers
Knit a suit and formed me.


To be sure it was the perfect fit,
He breathed His own breath into me
To make sure every nook and cranny
Was filled
Fully filling me
With
His
Own
Self.


Because I am bone of His Bone
I cannot be broken,
Except by Him.
And should He need to do so
He is the Healer and the Potter
To bring me back to wholeness.


I am flesh of His Flesh
Born to greatness
A child of the King
Supreme DNA
Is my makeup
I am made from the strongest stuff.


I am the apple of His Eye
He leans to hear my call
I am embedded in His Heart
Placed squarely in His Palm
Under His constant gaze


I receive a daily transfusion of grace
As I am washed in the water of His Word.
His angels encamp around me
And goodness and mercy are my cleanup crew.

I am, after all, His Workmanship,
The Hen to my chick,
The Potter to my clay.
Why wouldn't He take such care?
He built me from the ground up...