Prayer 08-27

It’s in these early mornings where sleep has been a myth and the need for provisions cloud my thinking that I take it to God in prayer. By allowing faith to lead, I make my requests known. These parched lands are seeking overflow. I stand humble and ready for the harvest. Giving thanks in advance

if why could be answered

She writes her Morning Pages. Opening up her soul’s mic, as she creates on the page. Slowly, venting in measured breaths. Too much too soon she won’t be able to close what should never have become so..high. Critical Mass. I watched her cry yesterday because there was no way she could hide the hurt in

Why..or rather..why not..or …

Thoughts, or Questions Rather I’m not looking for an answer only a moment to get you to say Hmmmmm… Why must people be entertained in order to get their attention? Why must blood be shed in order to get their attention?  Why must your name be mentioned, or not causing your feelings to bleed out

Void

Sometimes..I wish I could put it into ..the appropriate words. It’s indescribable, like a Void…. Something to acknowledge, but nothing at the same time. It’s a state of being .. Existing in a place of suspension.. Where Progress is neither blocked, or made. This place appears At times unannounced and unable to be avoided. Stillness

What’s the WHAT

Truth is … We all are trying to figure something out …with as little Pain, and more Reward as possible. You see, the difference is the “WHAT” that we are trying to solve within our lives.  For example…. WHAT makes me happy?… WHAT legacy will I leave for my loved ones?… WHAT will I make

Homeless Not Hopeless!

Originally posted on hands4liberality:
Message!! Homeless Not Hopeless!!! Everyone has a story. Put the face to the story in the hopes that you will understand compassion, generosity, and empathy. May it invade your senses. Sometimes you are put in places in order to speak from that perspective. Sometimes you are the voice needed to change lives through inspiration, motivation,

I can’t do this alone

A kid with concrete tears. Hardened by the streets.. Not numb.. Only refusing to put his guard down.. Vulnerability is not an option. It’s the choice between suicide or remaining a soldier.. The tragedy of residue from decisions made by others.. Father. Unknown. Sibling. None. Mother. Addict. Prostitute. Jobless. The symbol of a vision taking