How Deep Do You Want to Go?

Do you crave a deeper crevice of the soul,

To plant your seeds and watch them grow?

What about a body of water freely flowing;

To drop your anchor of intellectual bestowing?

Maybe you need a pit that’s more than a novelty;

Where your sowing will reap a great harvest?

Maybe you just need the right kind of property;

Where your investment crops yield their largest?

I ask not to create a mystery, but stimulations;

To query your ability to handle the revelations.

A place unaffected by wind, sleet, ice or heat;

A shelter that protects and offers you retreat.

Do you really want to chance a depth unknown?

Do you really want the biblical bone-of-my-bone?

Or maybe you’re okay with your historical messiness;

Afraid to reach for the higher state of blessedness?

I can’t answer any of these questions for you.

I’m simply here to seek the answers from you.

I definitely didn’t draw near you to put on a show.

I just need to know: How deep do you want to go?

Pandem Magazine and Spiritual Health

We can all use a little boost!

Those who love to write seldom give up their passion – they simply go into hiatus to reignite their author fire!

~ Wanda Murry, KCAuthor ~

I’ve been away from the blog for a moment – too many irons in the fire and not enough strength to manage the weight of them all. But such is the life of this writer who holds two jobs, is active in my local church, and loves grandma time (3 under 5yo).

The writing never stops, but then you have to pull all of your notes together, type them up (I still use pen and paper a lot), arrange your information, and then start the editing process. In my blog hiatus though, I had the pleasure of having an article published, and I want to share that with you today.

Author April Thomas dreamed of owning and running her own magazine company since age 17 – a magazine that showed purpose. On May 3, together with her partner John, she realized her dream with the publication of PANDEM MAGAZINE, an online publication dedicated to articles and businesses that focus on improving health (mental, physical, and spiritual). Her company, Greenleaf Health LLC, focuses on natural health and beauty products–Crown Care, Skin2Love, & Herbal Supplements.

I’m excited for you to read my article on page 18 titled “Spiritual Health: Seven Ways to Boost Our Spiritual Immune System” in PANDEM. I’ll send you a link for a free digital copy of the magazine – just reach out to me through email or like one of my Facebook pages: “Speak True Life“ or “KCAuthor.MsWanda”.

**PS: If you would like to submit an article, business ad, or be featured in Pandem Magazine, email me, and I’ll gladly share that information or you can reach out to Ms. Thomas directly. Her next publication is due out in August 2021 and will highlight Veterans.

UNCONDITIONALLY

His head bowed, and on bended knee

I hear my father praying for me

Soundless, motionless – he utters no words

His posture is strong and relaxed

Unto the untrained eye he appears asleep

But I notice the water lines upon his cheeks

I question: Am I the cause of my father’s tears?

I know that I’m not always at my best

It often seems I fail the most simple tests

Trying to be me and conform to no other

Is that the burden I’m placing upon his shoulder?

What have my mischiefs done to break his heart,

That he can’t even utter the words out loud?

I feel ashamed that I’ve made him less than proud

Disappointed in being my father’s wayward child

I try slowly to back out through the door, saddened

He calls my name, softly raising his extended hand

I tremble that he’s caught me in a fault again

For he is the man I love

I am ashamed that he cries

My own tears wet the nook of his neck

His soothing words as we embrace

I drown in his arms, my face awash

As my daddy whispers with loving care

That forever I am his and he is mine

And, I never need fear that it will change

Says he, … For you are loved of me, 

Unconditionally!

Sky View

a poem inspired by God’s artistry

WOW, What A View

Of God’s splendid hue

OH, How Amazing

Heavenly artistry blazing

Lord, you make me want to write

A love song that fills the night

You make me dream beyond trees

Into the universe I cannot see

Kansas City Skies

The covering of your majestic shield

Free my emotions to wholly yield

Multiple grays in this cloudy sky

Begs the questions of the ultimate why

My Lord, how do you love so deep

From Mt. Zion’s hills that roll so steep

When I brought nothing valuable to wear

You gave everything divine covering to bear

Oh, what beautiful backdrops you give

Inviting your children to joyfully live

My, what majestic work you do

My dear God, I love your sky view

America’s African Rainbow

it’s been over 30 years…

There is a saying that goes, “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” I don’t know who penned it, but I’ve had over 50 years to recognize its truth. Even scripture speaks of the repetitiveness of the issues of life:

Ecclesiastes 1:9

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.

Is it possible that man is doomed to look at history and make changes that never create real change? I think it’s a good question for those interested in giving it more than a cursory thought.

I wrote the below poem in my 20’s and published it in my book of poetry, Emotionally Charged: A Poetic Journey in the Issues of Life (Amazon, 2016). I think it’s worthy of sharing in our current climate. Enjoy.

America’s African Rainbow

I am a member of America’s African Rainbow

Let our history be a reminder for all to understand and know . . .

Don’t tell me to go back to Africa, a place I’ve never been.

For, I was stolen long ago from the womb of my ancestral kin.

Don’t treat me like an unwanted visitor; America is also my home.

Content in my promise land, the choice to leave was not my own.

For years you’ve given me many hurtful & derogatory names.

Why?  When by default, your shoulders carry these shames.

I am an American African Rainbow; by your hand I’ve become.

Welcome my presence; help undo the wrongs that were done.

I’m a rainbow – intricately woven, polished – varieties of ebony.

Indeed, all must diligently labor to bring about true harmony.

The Issue (Food for Thought): Where color is an issue for some in this world, it has never been an issue with God for he created the colors of the rainbow.

*Use of this poem is prohibited without the express authorization of the author. All Rights Reserved. Printed in the U.S.A. First Edition: November 29, 2016. ISBN: 1530581583 – © 2020 Wanda J. Murry

Daughters and $ense – T.Gilbert

Mr. Gilbert is a Kansas City native

Let me begin

With this Daughter$ relationship

For one, there$ no type of passion to begin with

Not that it matters, but truly at time$

It doesn’t make sense

It’s only a make believe

Is what the experts will tell you

I’ve never had a daughter

But If I did

I would go out of my way

To be there when she swings off the tree

And from there

And perhaps she would start

Her very first sentence

I would be afraid to ask,

“How was your day?”

Knowing she’s been reading my mind

For almost the whole entire day

As she would never let go

Of the handlebars

As she’s watching me

As I’m building

This new looking fence

Next on my list

I’m start thinking about

Putting up drywall

But in the meantime

I’m making the most

With what I have

With Daughter and $ense!

Valentine’s Eyes

© Speak True Life, January 22, 2020. All rights reserved.

I dreamed of you in the twilight of sleep;

I heard you call my name.

I felt no anxiety or fear;

I knew you would find me in time.

Covered in experiential bruises healed by divine love,

I walked with assurance toward the sound of your heartbeat.

Excited by the knowledge of you seeking Him to guide me into your path,

I move in contented pace knowing we’ll meet

in the process of time under His beautiful light.

For now, we’ll keep our eyes focused

on the source of our eternity together.

But Your Heart

You are a wonder to watch day after day and night after night. How I long to hold you in my arms. You are so beautiful. You are so handsome. Your daily routine, impressive. Your goals are attainable. You demonstrate consistent willpower and keep your focus on the rainbows in your view. I marvel at your strength and tenacity in these times of ever-changing roles and lifestyles.

You are a feast for the eyes. You are always well-dressed. You model thrift store purchases as one endowed with riches. Your poise is full of humble confidence. Stylish by all standards. No one would deny you have earned it. Your climb up the corporate ladder is inspiring. Turning your business into a household name noteworthy. Every promotion deserved.

We find you remarkable. We know what you sacrifice to do what you do to give what you give. No one can attest to the time you obligate to others. Many miss how you extend your hand to serve others. Watching you willingly add to your already full plate exhausts me. You lend all of your talents to those around you. Your service in ministry is well-pleasing. You are faithful and so blessed.

I have spent lots of time and words expressing the debt of my love and appreciation for you. I know at the end of the day you returned my love the best way you knew how. It makes me love you even more. I know you have given me everything you feel you possess.

Everything … but your heart!