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2 Worlds as 1, Jahne Bell These 2 Worlds Keep coming together The Black One The White One Was there ever racial "Harmony" between the 2 Surely these 2 worlds go waaaaaay back Eons, centuries before such a "Tragic" thing as American Slavery What strife manifested in human hearts To calculate the Horror of the past 500 years What devastation of the moral code n compass That would allow another to ...[more]
I, Me, I, me, mine. Millennial. Wow, Cool, Oh, ow, oy vey. Boomer. Different times, Different lenses, Different strokes. No more us, just typically U.S. [more]
Coming to Church, to Church I come Coming to You Lord, to You I come Bringing my heart, my Soul in hand I bring my Treasure, This Soul I AM Blessed This Day, This Day Is Blessed Made by You God, The Great I Am... Peace to ALL [more]
Forgotten When your not around my smile turns into a frown. When I see your face I'm disgraced with a bitter taste, Time with you is a waste that I can not seem to escape, Moving on is the right action to take , But instead I sit and wait, feeling guilty about any forward step I take. For now I'll wallow in my selfish ...[more]
Proof of Divine: One Man’s Journey from Doubt to Faith, Hope, and Love by Andrew Murtagh (eLectio Publishing, Little Pine, TX) It’s probably not necessary. In recent years, there has been a growing literature attempting to demonstrate the compatibility of modern rational methods of understanding with faith-based methods. The literature is largely a product of faith-based authors; some of whom are ...[more]
Three days out I made the non-perishable hors d'oeuvres. They perished. Two days out I cleaned the house. It got dirty The day before, I prepared the main course. It burnt in the oven. So we went somewhere else and did something else. …..You don’t always get what you planned. …..You can’t always get what you want. I want some brown sugar. .….It’s not going to happen. I ...[more]
On peace and war A Poem by Irene Ciocirlan, 7th grade, Hershey Middle School The promise of peace touches our lives breaking our inner complex structures making us free and happy for a second. Yet when we are promised the touch of war the ears of our tangled souls perk up for a minute And with the spark of true greed we take action… That's ...[more]
I Have Decided Yes I have decided not only to follow Jesus But to follow the way of Love Cause The Way Knows The Way People can say Love is corny and out of date they can say Love is for fools That it brings us nothing but heartache But by the way Africa is not that far away And the fracking that's being done Affects us all here ...[more]
WALK AROUND HEAVEN Jahne Bell When I was a little girl down in South Carolina people would leave, go up to New York City and come back down south, talking about the streets up there being paved with gold !!! And everybody was rich up there and everybody should be living in New York City ... and we'd better get ...[more]
Of Course This Is Love -- a poem by Jahne Bell Easing out of bed, early this morning ... Feeling my feet meet the floor I am aware of You wrapping Yourself Lovingly around my pretty brown toes As You move consciously up my ankles I give myself a little squeeze hug Slowly You work Your way up my ...[more]