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Riding Up to Harlem

Riding up to Harlem in a silver chariot.

Hustling & Bustling during a season of busy “cheer”.

A child laughs, a mother cries and I see the city reflected in a hobo’s eyes.

As I exit the train I hear Jazz musicians serenading commuters running by.

I hear a world of renaissance that has passed me by.

I think of this village called Harlem and feel the spirits of greats pass me by.

Can I add a stroke of paint to this village mural and contribute beauty with ashes?

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125th Street Subway Station Mural in Harlem


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Life by Moma Grace

Today while visiting a great farmers market in East Harlem I noticed a wonderful poem in one of the booths and I asked the owner if she wrote it and she said yes. The poem entitled Life was written by Moma Grace from Ghana who formerly worked in her country’s version of the FBI! She said the poem was given to her in a dream and that she reads it everyday after her prayers. I feel so blessed to live in a city where you can run into wonderful people like Moma Grace! Read her poem below to be inspired!

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My Life Is A….

My life is an open book so come along,
join me in this wonderful song of joy, love and power.

My life is a testimony that justice is for all.

My life is laughter personified, a place where sorrow can visit but not abide.

My life is a map leading me to my eternal home,
the lessons I learn on this sojourn are notes in my soul’s song.

My life is a whirlwind of divine light!

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Originally posted on Wholeness 4 Love:

When the storm arrives where will you
be?

Where will you turn for shelter?

Who’s Arms will protect you from the wind?

When lightening strikes will you see?

We dance in the sunshine but can’t
withstand the rain.

Life is invigorated by the sun,

yes this is true,

but without the rain to cleanse us we can never be born anew.

When the storm winds blow will you

stand strong?

Or topple like the houses you’ve built with vanities.

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Originally posted on Wholeness 4 Love:

Today I stumbled upon an Ekphrasis piece, which is writing about a piece of art. Ekphrasis is more than a art review but is a poetic reflection inspired by the art piece. See my reflection on the sculpture Two Moors below. I took this picture at the Walters Museum of Art during the summer of 2010.

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Deep, dark, ebony, mahogany, the moorish love of deep still waters. Their love was like the beautiful darkness that resided upon the face of the deep during the silence before the birth of creation. As they came together the spirit of God moved upon the face of their waters and manifested life. Their love was Royal and could not be conquered or contained.

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Onleilove:

This is Poem 27 of my Poetry Challenge.

Originally posted on Wholeness 4 Love:

A warm whisper.

A gentle caress.

Assurance that greatness can come from gentleness.

Exhaling self doubt,

Inhaling self love.

We rest in the knowledge that light has drawn us together,

and the depths of hell can not tear us apart.

Through sickness, pain and rain,

our joy is full because our love was built on the solid rock of divine timing.

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The A Train

We’re riding together but sit worlds apart.

The stockbroker, the mother, the hobo living in separate realities, yet riding in the same car.

The A Train zips from beaches to hoods to ground zero.

Our liberal metropolis is a kingdom of progressive “niceties”.

The A Train is a silver chariot carrying us through our politely segregated city.

Photo Credit: NYC Transit Museum


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A Psalm of Joy

Today’s poem was inspired by a prompt from Writing the Sacred: A Palm Inspired Path To Appreciating and Writing Sacred Poetry by Ray McGinnis.

Divine parent-mother and father, human and divine,

I give you thanks with my entire being;

before the sun, moon and stars I declare your praise.

You pull the orphan close feeding her with the eternal milk of your unconditional love.

When I was invisible you saw me in my distress;

even when others refused to look upon me.

Your grace and mercy follow me all of my days,

like twin companions  flanking me on each side during this sojourn we call life.

Who can quantify your ways or figure  out your favor?

With joy I will share my testimony with all who need encouragement along the way.

Your praise will continually be upon my pen as I write of your loving ways.

Your divine love will light my path as I illuminate the darkness for your glory.

                                                                                                                  Photo by Onleilove

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