For Nelson (1943-2025) Bleak February, frozen rain, and one more friend gone into the unknown. Gone home to find that place to rest from...

Tree Language There is a green canopy outside my door. Some would say it is overgrown, gone wild, too thick with itself. But the green...

A new poem on the emergence of Kamela Harris, July 2024

Light the Candle is a new poem from Linda Beatrice Brown

Treasure in the Mist A Parable “For where your treasure is, there also will be your heart.” Matthew 6:21 Once, someone told me a story...

Waiting for the Shoe Because, what if? What is the shape of waiting? Waiting has a shape. Because, sometimes it is a box holding Jack the...

Consider This (For my Son) I thought I had to be perfect and hid judgment in my body. And it became pain. I thought that love was scarce,...

Gold Beneath the Shadows There is a reason we find gold hidden deep beneath the shadows. Old shadows cover treasure, and treasure can be...

Juneteenth: The Holiness of the Holiday Holiday-(from Old English; halig (holy) daeg (day) This is a holy holiday. The day they removed...

Waiting for the Bright A Prayer The dark times hover as if they have life eternal, storm clouds that will never dissipate. This overcast...

Because the Flowers Came May - June 2022 What does it mean that flowers came in spite of carnage? That the Voice that calls this blue...

Doors to the Way Out This door opens to the birth of confusion and the reality of loss. This door opens to the road to certainty and to...

The Blue Mug Cold day. I fill my favorite mug, sipping the coffee that brings warmth. The heat lasts in this cup. Remembering. My dad...

Fancy Footwork: A Dialogue With The Lord of the Dance Living in Pandemic Two Sometimes we have the music and no steps. Sometimes we have...

Prayer For A Season of Planting “I may not get there with you, but we as a people will get to the Promised Land.” --Martin Luther King...

To Speak Upon the Ashes “Then I will speak upon the ashes”* --Sojourner Truth After the burning what? Didn’t we believe if we sang the...

Covid Wilderness I am reminded of the ancient tradition of going into the desert to find God, going away from worldly things hoping to...

I Am From Folks Who Won’t Turn Back (Black History Month 2021) Today I celebrate the ancestors. I am from the brave, the discouraged, the...

This Winter January 2021 Waiting in winter is not a happy thing, or even exciting, not like waiting for a taxi when you leave for a trip,...

They Stood On the Bridge: An Allegory for All of Us They stood on the bridge, the red sky behind them. This time it was cosmic. This time...