These works are translated by a creative, young girl whose growth was interrupted. The gravity of her pain is buried very deep. This page is an effort to rescue her expressing as God allows, her thoughts as they unfold. Now as she peers through the lens of a woman, she endeavors to free herself. As she taps into those hidden places, a true poet is sure to emerge. I hope as you read, you too will unearth some things inside yourself and with her, continue to grow.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Warfare
Lights off
Cell phone off
Blinds closed completely
No television or radio
No children at play in the backdrop
No food, no drink
Cleansing (removing toxins)
Bathing to prep the body
Anoint myself from head to toe
Hair tied back
Apply garments
Bibles and concordances out, pens, pad, petitions
My body lying prostrate upon the floor
My voice, solo; bombarding the heavens 'til fire falls
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