Be still and know that I am God
Be still and know that I am
Be still and know
The ecclesiastical psalminess of T.S. Eliot.
Remember, we ALL are made in God’s image- even those of us who perform renditions of “Stomp!” in cement tap shoes.
But this week, upon hearing John 9, I thought: “What happens if we can’t get any of that special Jesus of Nazareth Holy Land Healing Masque™? Can I, Handicapped Alisha, neé Big Nose, still display the works of God?”
When I’ve been weak, she is strong.
Helping me to carry on.
I can count on,
Be the one,
Who likes to share pretty songs,
And others will soon sing along.
Yes, I think to myself, what an overcrowded jail. Oh yeah.
Dreams meet reality. Or, his life, his plans. But it’s all love.
2019, like my henna tat, is gone. But it’s all good.
On the Death of Anne Brontë By Charlotte Bronte There’s little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave;I ‘ve lived the parting hour to see Of one I would have…