These Are My Colors; a spoken word for pride!
WhovianPastor
THESE are my colors.These. Are. My. Colors.Not just stripes on a flag.Not just fabric in the wind.These are survival stories stitched into light.These are resistance wrapped in radiance.These are the…
Poetry
“Love Anyway”; inspired by Psalm 27
The Holy One is my light—so why should I fear?When darkness gathers, when the ground beneath me shakes,when truth is twisted, when love is called weakness—I will not run. I…
Wonderfully Made; a spoken word of Psalm 134
You see me. Not just the parts the world wants to see,but all of me—the way my body moves, or doesn’t.The way my mind races, or slows down.The way I…
We Were Becoming; a spoken word about the America of Today
They say, this is how it’s always been.As if history is a straight line,as if we were never climbing,never reaching for something better,never becoming. But I remember. I remember when…
Be Brave
They say the world is burning.Not just in forests or oceans,but in courtrooms and congress halls,in the streets, in the silence, in the scroll of a screen.They say democracy is…
“The Past Has Hands”; it’s all about PTSD and OCD!
They say trauma fades with time.They say time heals.But time is a liar.Time is a thief.Time is a shadow that follows me home,that waits at the door,that slips under the…
“The Weight of the World (We Will Not Bow)”
I wake up choking on a silence too loud,a pressure too thick,a world too heavy to hold. The sky burns, the ground splits,oceans rage and swallow coastlines whole.The wind howls,…
“Through the Storm, Through the Sun”; a spoken word about love
They tell you love is beautiful,that it glows like city lights on a quiet night,that it feels like warm hands on cold skin,like laughter spilling over candlelit dinners,like the perfect…