Saturday, December 17, 2011


Tonight my lips will kiss you.
Tonight I'll hold you fast.
Tonight I'll make love to you.
Tonight will always last
For it will forever be - tonight.

Reprint from I Do: Becoming the wife of God

Thursday, December 8, 2011

All my Heart

All my heart is turned to you,
And my eyes are fixed on you,
And my my arms take hold of you, Lord.
And my arms take hold of you.
(Reprinted from I Do, by Doris Trueheart)

Monday, December 5, 2011

One with God

We have worshipped, adored and honored God on so many levels. He has been Father God, Creator God, King and Lord God. But I Do: Becoming the wife of God, takes us to a place where we become one with God, as His wife. The one His own Spirit has sought for, the one His own Son has died for, all because His own heart has longed for - us.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Who shall separate you from my love?

(Meditations on Romans 8:35-39)

Who shall separate you from my love?

Shall tribulation, persecution, or distress,

Famine, peril, sword, or nakedness?

My life has already been given;

I am a sheep: to the slaughter driven.

No, in all these things my love remains,

Strength, in all these things my love gains.

Neither death, life, angels, nor principalities,

Neither powers, things present, nor things yet to be,

Neither height, depth, nor any created being,

Shall be able to make between us a partitioning.

I am persuaded, that even as God has created the heavens above,

None can separate you from my love.

Express His Love

Receive His love; express His love.

Friday, November 25, 2011


You are a peculiar people:

To the world, moving widdershins.

Your mind, and your heart, and your soul

Are attuned unto the heavens.
It is not the powerful that
Inherit the earth, but the meek.

The strong don’t survive alone, but

Bear infirmity of the weak.

The door opens because you knock,

And you shall find because you seek.

You shall have whatever you say,

Because you believe what you speak.

You have brought captive your thoughts, and

You have placed guards over your speech.

You exemplify what you say,

Putting to practice what you preach.

You are known by your love and by

Your kindness and every good deed:

The hungry are fed, the hurting

Are healed and the captive are freed.

To reach to the uttermost of the

Heavens, you drop down to your knees.

You do as God wills,

And not as you please.

Monday, November 14, 2011


As a child, I found life too difficult to bear.

There was no peace to be found anywhere.

My mom was caught in a battle she couldn’t win.

I watched my father beat her as a cock pecking a hen.

And there was nothing I could do about the situation

Except to remove my participation

As a witness to the brutality

And check reality.

How could I be

Thrust into the arms of domestic violence?

So my defense was to lose all cognizance

In a place of pretense.

And I sought safety within a bubble,

As if I could extract myself from the trouble

In my home. 

There I found myself so alone.

Yet I was still there and I could still see and hear

And I could still be consumed with fear

And helplessness.

“God bless this mess”,

Should have been the sign above the door.

It was my mother’s screams that tore

Into my psyche,

Making me crazy,

Crazy enough to jump over the deep end

To a place where I could see out and they could see in:

Into my bubble,

Where I could escape the rubble

Of a broken family and be disengaged

From the rage.

Our two worlds could never intersect.

And I was where they could never interject

Their poisoned thoughts and feelings.

Their fighting already had me reeling

And teetering between sanity and insanity.

I had to find a place to protect me.

This bubble would keep me from the viruses,

Because malice is

A disease,

Which comes with guarantees

Of no cure.

So for sure,

There’d be more immunity the further I withdrew.

Yet, over my heart’s wounds grew


I became imprisoned behind walled palaces

With a condition of heart cirrhosis.

My heart was as the rock before Moses.

Then I realized that this is not what living is.

And it would be better to participate in life and accept what living gives.

So I burst my bubble and entered into the world naked and exposed,

Vulnerable and transposed.

Ready to laugh, to love, to cry,

To hurt, to share, to die,

To fulfill my purpose and my destiny,

By being the ultimate and fullest expression of me.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

I Offer You

When you reach the end of life and you are ready to let go,
You look around for someone you know
And want to hold their hand,
Want someone to understand,
Because you don't, even though you hope you do. 
Because at the end of this life, with the things of this life, you are through,
And you are unsure of where you are coming to.
You are walking through an open door,
And you believe that there is much in store,
But you can't take anything or anyone with you,
Because you are being born again. 
Even your body, you leave behind,
And there is another form you will find
Awaits you.  And so you detach from every attachment you have made
And leave for others everything you have laid
In store,
Wanting only to hold that hand once more,
Because holding that hand you know you have lived and been apart
Of another's heart.
But then you know,
That even that hand, you must let go.
But let it be the last thing you do. 
So what can I offer you,
But my hand?

Wednesday, November 9, 2011


From the depths of her soul came an agonizing cry.
It permeated the earth; it reached to the sky.
It was a cry for solace, a cry for relief,
For she was enveloped in a spirit of grief.

Tears gushed from her eyes as a waterfall
And rushed down her face as if to wash away all
That did engulf her; yet this river of tears
Told a story most clear,
Of the pain and the suffering brought by the loss of one dear.

Those who were close to her, her neighbors and friends,
Were moved with compassion, wanting her suffering to end.
They came to her in droves; each bearing a gift.
Some brought her food, some - a word of cheer as a lift.
While some just sat still, silent and near
To lend her a shoulder or a listening ear.
Some busied their hands doing her household chores.
Some gathered together and prayed to God even more.

From her tear-soaked handkerchief, she lifted her head.
She saw what others were doing; she heard what they said.
Then she knew the truth of all she had read:
That those who did mourn would rise from their bed
Of sorrow, finding comfort from all their distress
And soon realize they were truly - blessed.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011


You call me up on the telephone
And express how you feel so alone.
You are a sail furled to a spar.
Your ankles, fettered to a bar.

You have sacred vows that obligate.
To circumstance, you orientate.
You have now come to accept your fate.
Into a corner you relegate.

As a hermit hiding in a cave,
Unto darkness you are now enslaved.
All within you, you gave.
Now you feel so depraved.

You have been so mistreated.
Now you feel so defeated.
You are tethered with a rope,
And tomorrow brings no hope.

You say you don’t like being there:
Strapped into an electric chair.
Your home is like a jail cell block.
Door, secured with a big pad lock.

Your feet, cased in a cement block.
Into the sea, your body’s dropped.
You’ve made your bed, now it is your grave.
Your heart, pierced through by a wooden stave.

I say, “Get up, walk out the door!”
Yet you remain to “suffer” more.
You are deceived, I have found.
Truly, nothing has you bound.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Down to the Core

I wipe my bare foot on the welcome carpet on your floor,

And let your nose sniff at my open door

The aromas coming from my kitchen.

Hot apple pies are in the oven.

And it’s got your mouth waterin’.

But my attention has been caught

On the delight you have brought:

A candied apple!

A candied apple!

A candied apple!

I have to delay your visit just at my door,

While I fill my tummy with the treat you have in store.

I wipe my foot and hold the stick

And take a lick

And take a lick.

Candy melts and slides down my throat.

Let me revel, let me gloat.

Just stay still, ‘til I am done,

‘Til I am done;

And I’ve just begun.

Let me linger for a while.

I am just a gastrophile.

No, you can’t go in as yet.

I’ve just mopped; the floor is wet.

I wipe my foot on your carpet.

You can have mom’s apple pies,

When your sweetness salifies.

I wipe my foot at your door

And excite your hungering for more.

So let me eat down to the core.

Down to the core.

Down to the core.


Mind, emotions, spirit
Are not contained within
But are even expressive without,
Reaching beyond where hands can reach,
Venturing to places beyond where body goes,
Seeing what is and what potentially can be.

Monday, August 29, 2011


Do not eat from the tree of knowledge of good and evil;
Do not let its fruit touch your tongue,
Because once you have tasted it,
Death, in you, has begun.

As surely as you take it in,
Most assuredly, it will come out;
For your life shall always manifest
All that you shall spout.

Because your mind shall have two thoughts;
Your heart, two desires, make.
And both of them shall disagree.
No peace for conscience’s sake!

Torn between what you shall speak:
A blessing or a curse;
It seems no matter what you say,
You only make things worse.

As a small tug boat carrying a large disabled ship to shore,
Your tongue leads you through an open door.
A tongue that knows both life and death
Can bring either to past by a single uttered breath.

An unbridled tongue makes an unbridled life
Full of hatred, envy, jealousy and strife.
Do not give a single member such power and control,
But bring it into bondage; touch your tongue with a burning coal.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Golden Butterfly

Golden Butterfly, you flit your wing.

What is the message, you’ve come to bring?

You are adorned in all your glory.

Tell me your tale; tell me your story.

“There was a time when I was found

Crawling there upon the ground,

And now you see, I’m flying high.

I lift my face toward the sky.

There was a time I was wound up,

And the cares of this world had me all bound up.

And now you see, I am free,

And I rejoice in victory.

A bitter struggle, I undertook.

And now you see me; take a look!

No battle scars do I bare,

Only badges of courage do I wear.

Once trapped inside a dark cocoon,

I transformed as a baby in a mother’s womb.

And now you see, I’m born again:

a new creature, a new life to begin.

My golden color says I’ve been purified.

All odds against me, I defied.

Although fiery darts were applied,

I arose out of the ashes beautified.

Trials and tribulations are for a season.

They have a purpose and a reason.

You may suffer long, but do endure.

Make your destiny firm and sure.

Hold your head up! Do not dismay.

There is a beauty you shall display.

When your dark night does dispel,

There is a testimony you will tell.

You gaze upon my beauty now and disregard my past.

And so, I’ve come to speak to you, ‘Your troubles will not last.’

I sing a song of freedom and of glory yet unseen.

So set your eyes upon what lies ahead as you gaze upon my wing.”

Thursday, August 25, 2011


They called her fat,

But she wasn't that.

She had the gene of an athlete

And her bones carried a little more meat.

She found delight in eating her meal.

She loved the way a full stomach made her feel.

Compared to the other children, she was more plump,

But that’s no reason for one to jump

To such a conclusion.

The term “fat” was an exaggerated delusion.

The other children were more lean,

But this was no excuse to make them mean,

By calling this dear child such a name.

Taunting others is not a game.

When the kids went out to play,

They told her to stay away.

They didn't want to bear her touch,

Lest they begin to eat much.

The thought that eating could be contagious

Is ridiculous and outrageous.

This was their way to ostracize

This dear child of another size.

Where did they learn to be so cruel?

This is no lesson taught in school!

There was no cause for such ridicule.

It made her positive attributes seem so minuscule.

So when she thought of herself, she thought only that

She was fat.

As she grew older, nothing changed.

She found society most deranged

And quick to express its hate

For those who carry a little more weight.

Those who seem to have more mass

Are treated as the lower class.

Her self-esteem and her self-worth

Became buried beneath her thick girth.

Thoughts of fatness plagued her through the years.

It was the source of her depression and the root of her fears.

She believed she didn't fit.

Her most enjoyable activities, she soon quit.

She could not see in the mirror a reflection

Of who she was and soon became the reflection

Of what was said,

As fatness chained her to her bed.

Now consumed, is her destiny lost

By vicious words so easily tossed?

And just to think it all began

With a dear child too young to understand

That when she was called fat,

She wasn't that.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011


Is there a hunger in you that is driving you to fulfillment?
A yearning, a craving, a need so overwhelming,
It plagues your mind in every waking moment
And is a recurring dream in your night seasons.
Your heart holds the control and selects replay, replay, replay.
A nonstop repetition, even sleep is disturbed
And you are awakened to continue the search, the struggle, the fight
To acquire that which your heart starves for.
Mind, body, soul
Finds no contentment until the heart is satisfied.
And so, that unrelieved desire creates an aching void,
A dark hole that consumes the light,
A gravitational pull so strong that it sucks your life force
Into the depths of its depression,
As if to say, “achieve or die.”
And so you clamor for your heart’s desire as one grasping for a branch
To pull one’s self out of a pit of sinking sand.
“Achieve or die.”
You race toward your goal as one being chased
By a vicious and hungry man-devouring animal.
Running to, all the while running from!
“Achieve or die.”
The message is clear.
There is a reason you were placed on earth,
It is to achieve your destiny.
If you do not pursue it,
Earth has no need of you.
If you do not take hold of the purpose you were given,
Even though you must place your life on the line to have it,
(Yes, you must war for it;
And it is yours, if you would but only war.)
If you turn away in fear,
The desert of your emptiness will swallow you whole.
So, achieve or die.
There is no other recourse.
Move on. Press forward.
Take up your arms and march relentlessly.
Strike down your enemy in your path.
Focus. Keep your eyes on the prize.
Never stop. Never give in. Never give up.
Take hold of your dream.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

I Want it Long

I must measure the length of a man.
Longevity I treasure, but brevity I ban.
I don’t need one who is finished before we’ve began.
I want it long.

Does he last for a minute or has he continuance?
Is he here for today or rooted for permanence?
If he has what it takes, then he has a chance,
Because I want it long.

The race is not given to the swift, but to him who’ll endure.
It’s not the pleasantness of the face that is the allure,
But the strength of his character and a heart that is pure.
These are the qualities needed for a relationship to perdure.

When the pressures of life come his love will persist.
Though all else fail, his love will exist.
For love is the core of marital bliss,
And upon it a marriage will feed and subsist.

A man who has the power to stay
Is the only one welcome to come this way.
One who is fit to marry
Is one who will commit to tarry
And remain in God’s garden and maintain and hold dear
All of the pleasures and wonders held here.

Life’s not a sprint; it’s a marathon.
We must go from alpha to omega, not faint at epsilon.
I look for the strength in a man to carry on
Because I want it long.

Whether winter or summer, he must perennate
And be true to his word and not equivocate.
Only then is he fit to conjugate,
Because I want it long.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Under a Barrel

Behind closed doors,

Taking refuge in cracks and crevices,

Scampering about in the dark in search of food,

While poison traps are set for their annihilation,

Roles are reversed,

The roaches are in power

As the men of God hide under barrels.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Instead of "gimme," be about giving.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Sun rises

The sun rises, but it also will set. We enjoy the sunshine while it is here and celebrate the sunset as it leaves, knowing that darkness is coming, but believing we will see the sun again.

Friday, March 18, 2011


Meant to be prezzato,
But now a mere fiasco,
Demoted by your flaws.
Your imperfections,
Too prominent to overlook.
Moses could not enter a Promised Land.
David could not build a temple.
Unclean hands or even an unclean heart
Cannot leave a gift upon my table.
So leave, and return when you are ready
To present yourself as a living sacrifice,
Holy and acceptable.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Your Purse

Your purse is quite large indeed.
The treasures in your chest are endless,
Without borders, without bottom,
And unrestrained by circumstance.

Everything you touch is turned to gold.
In your hand, the discarded become most precious,
And those hurting are made whole;
Even the dead return to life again;
All because you share the love you have within.

Overwhelming is your gelt.
In your presence, million year old glaciers melt.
The fire in your bosom has the warmth of a thousand suns.
One who is blessed to know you has a wealthy man’s fortunes.
The riches in your heart, you do not store,
But as a fountainhead, you continually pour
Out rivers of living water to quench every thirsty soul.

Friday, January 21, 2011

A gift carries no greater value than the giver.

Feed the Hungry

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