I wake each day feeling blessed. When I take an honest look at my life I see providence. My life is a web, one thread after another, of fortunate occurrences that I have had nothing to do with. Mind you I do have free will and have had to make decisions throughout my journey, but the overriding opportunities seem to have the fingerprints of another.
And so yes I often feel blessed. Yeah, it rains from time to time, but even the occasional darkness always gives way to light sooner or later, and the underlying fact is that each day is beautiful in it’s own way, and there lies the blessing.
I just hate to hear someone say I can’t. As in, I can’t do this; I can’t do that; I can’t say that. In a world of ambiguity that word just rings of negativity.Whenever I hear some say I can’t, I hear God say I can.
When you move irrelevant When you’re the hued elephant When you hear yourself exclaiming, “I can’t!” Walk in Canaan ~ E.M.
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
Wow! I’ve been championing a world that embraces diversity for some time now. So that would be the greatest change that I could ever hope for.
I in them and you in me and we in kind can change the world together May we experience a unity like never before A neighborhood of brotherhood and sisterhood as one together How deep and broad we flow from shore to shore ~ E.M.
Haha, most of the time I actually feel like I’m living in an alternate universe. I don’t adhere to so many of this world’s ways. I find it hard to wrap my mind around the changing social, political and economic landscape. And since I’m willing to do the will of God, I’m constantly challenged to live in what feels like an an alternate universe.
I’m willing to do your will I’m living to live your love I’m serving the son to hear you one day say well done I’m willing to do your will ~ E.M.
Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
As I took this prompt to heart, I found that whatever story I came upon enticed me to pray. As a man of faith I’m always drawn to pray when I hear or read a story. Either out of joy or concern, there always seems to be good reason to be in momentary prayer.
Peace lies in the heart of the believer Calm lies in the hands of compassion Love lies in the words of the one who’ll pray on, so pray on ~ E.M.
I’m curious as to how the world became so adverse to diversity. We live in a world that’s comprised of different views, different, likes and dislikes, lets call it different colors. And it’s all this diversity that creates all the beauty that surrounds us. If you start to pull the various colors out of the rainbow it’s not as brilliant anymore. My prayer would be that we’d find a connection to what we have in common, and relish in our creative differences.
Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.
One of my favorite acts of kindness is to purchase happy meals for the homeless. Providing some nourishment and catching the smile is priceless. If there’s a problem, it’s that I don’t act on it enough.
I saw a shirtless boy with a bag of donuts Watching the sun come up As I passed him by between his next mouthful He smiled and asked wassup? I could see on his face the innocence behind his tired eyes I could hear in his voice the embarrassment beneath the worn out lies What I do, what I do What I do, what I do What I do, what I do What I do, what I do is immeasurable ~ E.M.
I’m a prayer whisperer in need of a Gethsemane wink; I’m a soul searcher seeking a sacred link; I’m a dust debtor desiring a divine drink; I’m a broken blessing believing on the brink; I’m a troubled temple treasuring a wink.
A combination of things brought this song to life rather quickly. It was a year ago February (Black History Month), when I was inspired by the poem, ‘As I Grew Older‘ by Langston Hughes. The softening of time touched a nerve within me and I felt the need to comment on it, and so I did.
Musically as 2022 arrived I had been taking a deep dive into the organ trio Blicher, Hemmer, Gadd and their album, ‘Omara.’ Recalling a season quite a way back where I played 300 some dates in an organ trio, this arrangement became an outcome of the many smoke filled nights from that different world. I truly believe that when we write, perform, and listen to music it seeps deep into our soul and often needs some time to brew down there before creatively rising up in a new form.
The studio process was seamless, it really was uneventful other than my rather large grin that continued to grow through the sessions. There’s no excess on the whole Trio project, just the essentials.
I should add as a clarification that I included the DR in the title, ‘The DReam’ to honor Dr. Martin Luther King.
Lyrics: A long, long time ago So long ago I’ve forgotten A notion filled my mind A dream divinely begotten But suddenly a distance appeared Vanquished, the dream disappeared
A long, long shadow Grew ever longer every day In the darkness I struggled Contentious in my way But nothing by chance impressed The dream dimmed and was suppressed
My credence, my steadfast credence Strengthened my enchanted moonbeam My journey will not be abandoned Providence will shelter the dream
A long, long tomorrow As long as the aim can see Good fortune will indwell me I’ve been reassured lovingly That in the cards works a love supreme A love that’ll ascertain the dream
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