| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Contest >> ID #1277863 |
| |||||||||||||
|
Lady Sings the Blues
I always reach for a theology that leans wide and deep into suffering, a mournful spiritual sung to me to wash away what pain this life might bring. As a child, my mama comforted me with quiet music on the radio. Her recitations of the rosary linger to this day, a fragrant echo. I abandoned God in my teenage years, felt an entitlement to sing the blues. But, He found a passageway through my tears, in the end, we are not the ones who choose. And now, I labor still to keep my soul vibrating with grace, harmonized and whole. Live each season as it passes. ~ Henry David Thoreau Written for:"Quotation Inspiration: Official Contest"
© Copyright 2007 ridinghhood--new knees (UN: ridinghhood at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
ridinghhood--new knees has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |