Micro-Poem Monday: A Prayer for Kanye

The belly of the bird isn't full of seeds The rays of the sun haven't shriveled the roots The grip of the sharp thorn hasn't stopped his breath Not yet God continue your great deeds God bring forth bountiful fruits God keep your servant from death Jesus be King (Matthew 13:3-23)

The Woman Suffering

Night is the only time shame is shadowed. Daylight shines and reveals blood. I feel like the Nile - a curse upon me for my sin. The blood will never stop. I’m sure of it. Twelve years I’ve prayed it would stop. No priest, no prophet, no doctor - no man can stop my blood. …