Black Poetry : Grave Whispers

[cherryblossom]

My life has been filled with the beyond-the-grave
Whispers in my ear of my mother's teachings
I even sometimes chuckle at her death-to-life breachings
That come through so loud and clear
Causing me to see the hidden hands
Shaping events that are not as they appear

And so,
I am reminded of a Biblical warning
To "Watch and pray"
As well as to study what others do
And not just what they say​

 

[HODEE]

Yes!
Sister cherryblossom
Yes!

I love Whispers.. they speak so loud
Silence is thunder
Parting fog and clouds
Minds trying to Muster
Understanding so deep

Those who can master
Surely can keep up.

 

[ang-EL]

okay blossom now thats poetic....you working fam.

 

[$$RICH$$]

yes indeed ya pen on fire sistah flow on !