in the season of holy leisure—doing nothing, for the sake of being in the presence of GOD cradled in a place of unimagined blessing from head to heart to the hands—all-encompassing it is time to savor and serve my gift—for good relishing a Spirit-led, Divinely designed, God-given lavishly loved, sacred story of grace, and joy-filled life unescorted by fear-fueled false narratives—to be truly free.
Tag: #oneshotpoem
Unchained
at times I wish I could take back what I said—swiftly to keep the echoey, resounding effects at bay unload the impetuous of putting flesh on the bones of the topsy-turvy emotional baggage...