Resting place

Its been a rough narrow road You have known my fears my aches my struggles And seen my sores do you remember? That boat you slept in when the waters were troubled? Do you remember? well someimes i know my life's like that Like that boat on troubled waters I sail through inspite of... I know that i can easily find a harbor yet again i aint made for the harbor but to trudge along this rough narrow road. i realise now that i cant trudge on my own I need a shoulder to cry on, An arm to grasp, hands to lift me up when i fall, eyes to see when my sight fails me, a voice to encourage me when am losing hope, a savior to focus on when my faith is waning i need a resting place... not just a harbor, a constant resting place along this rough narrow road. you are my resting place. You have been there, you know it all, You can be it, You are it- My resting place. Deut 33;12 10/06/02

African Woman

   If you want to know who I am I am daughter of Angola, of Kêto and Nagô I don't fear blows because I am a warrior Inside of samba I was born I raised myself, I transformed myself, and no one will lower my banner, O, O, O. I am a warrior woman daughter of Ogun and Yansâ ---Song from an album by Brazilian singer Clara Nuñes

Ah,

I see you in the distance dancing, twirling away Inching forward and backwards, coming close enough to touch, yet inching forwards and backwards tempting me looking so desirable. Inching within grasp but inching away again just before I can touch, Wrenching at my gut with this teasing my senses, letting me down just when I had begin to believe. Ah, but hope is hopeless. Ami 8/10/2000

Is this life?

Is this life? This mediocre, at best bittersweet existence This emptiness that nothing can fill? this void that Is like a black hole; Swallowing up all the light? can this be life? This taker, hoarder that will not concede or even give back That masks and binds Amd will notlet go surely it is not life?! This endless grey, when shall it shift to let in the Blessed rays? when will it give in to the light, Or is this life? Ami 8/10/2000

De gals!

  What makes us human is not our mind but our heart, not our ability to think but our ability to Love. 

I would love you back I would give you my heart so you can hold my back and let me never hurt. when you said you loved me I cried not cause I dont love you cause you touched my heart. I would say I love you, But that would be a lie. I love but someone else. and yet you, have touched my heart.

Dont

You want me, but you want me different, The person you've made. Am me, like it or not wild & adventurous in ways you doubt, Dont make me guilty for being me, just let me be. 11.10.05

The window

An african collection

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