Black Poetry : the bridge you cannot burn

[alyce]

poets

Brotha Eric is the brotha my parents never gave me. He is so close to the very heart of me. Fiercely talented, handsome, a sweet and beautiful soul ~ but so troubled in his spirit. I saw what he was becoming before the demons took hold. I know what an awesome soldier he would be in God's army. And I know all I can do is keep praying.

Thank you for feeling this....He's come back again; and I was rehearsing what I might say...

A

 

[shaz]

Prayer changes things
Prayer changes things
Prayer changes things
but once you have prayed trust, let go and let God.
The prayers of the rightous prevailith much.

Thanks for sharing your verse, it belongs to many, way too many

 

[Bishop]

Hold him up in prayer Alyce......we that are strong must bear the infirmities of the weak...

 

[wildflower7]

in a world where most people refuse to extend themselves,
thank you for being a bridge.
you must be a blessing to eric.
-7

 

[blakverb]

all I can do is clap to this *clapping* and jump up and down with my friends,




that's me in the middle

one love,blak