Monday, April 11, 2011

Poem: Called

a voice called her
to the place of decision
a precipice of the journey
of her life

she answered with her everything

stretching and fashioning her body
flat across filthy grounds
a compassionate covering for the
need of those who required a soft
foot map, bridge, guider
to their destiny

day to night
and in between
found the bend
of her back
uniquely built
for the multitude of
the many whosoever

and there she resided
with the painfully
vast stoop over of her own soul,
for so long, so many
passing times

and the lesson of it all
somehow morphed
into a gift of life
allowing for the
reach down, search into
the forever
dank gutters, icy caves
of lost hope and despair

she recognized
and yet she remained
patient and hope filled

smiling slightly as her hands
tossed up the
bruised hidden souls
that languished in the darkness
of empty, no care

she travailed and silenced their wounded ness
upon her heart,
drying everflowing tears
with an apron made of the rags
of her own life's minutes

but serenity surrounds her day graces
as her beautiful knowing touch softly strokes
the terrain of need filled faces
hunger soaked spirits, yearning minds

yes, she is the one,
agape's progeny,
servant to the invisible,
lover of the unloved lovely

the crown belongs to this
blistered beauty, she
who perservered with a
single jeweled thought:
the necessity to love

she is queen of
the forgotten no one
no ones

maid of love


Copyright 2011 Regina Y. Evans, All Rights Reserved (From the poetry book: Nothing Cool About Ten, By Regina Y. Evans)

Thursday, April 7, 2011

i am my brother's keeper....

...and i am learning when God is in the midst of it all you are able to lay yourself aside for the good of another. and this indeed is a very frightening thing. however, you should surrender. God's love is beyond the borders of your being. it is not to be contained by your discomfort or fear. truly, your life is not your own when you walk with Christ. selah

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

my own me

last night i danced
my own me
my beauty reigned in my sway
my own me
realized that it was time to sketch my song
my own me
conversated with my heart's flow
my own me
we decided that i am lovely
my own me

life, it has its way.....


Copyright 2011 Regina Y. Evans All Rights Reserved

Friday, April 1, 2011

signing off

i watched and watching
as watch looked up
watching not watched.


the best i can tell is that
this kind of madness
 happens when watching
watches what don't watch
watching watch. or watched.


me too.

so, you see why
i gotta chase my peace?

been watching watches
not watch the watching
of the watched. watch
for too long.

in fact....

the cow done watched
itself jump over the moon
which was watching
the sheep count
themselves while
rip van winkle decided
to watch his own winks
wake up and go back
to sleep again. on my watch.

i'm all watched out.

peace be still.


Copyright 2011 Regina. Y. Evans All Rights Reserved