25 Ways I Sip My Tea

 

 

Now that I'm awake,

there's more than one way to take

A sip of my tea

 

I heard them ask me,

How to beat sad stories that

I share globally

 

I turn and face them,

the problems my soul can see,

to find solutions

 

There are some humans

that spend each waking moment

Stealing dignity,

 

Generosity

guides my spirit into joy

Hope comes back ten-fold

 

In digital skies,

I find amazing creatures

With passions as I

 

Rounding the bases,

Focused on inner travels

Journeys of the mind

 

Transitions are tough

Riding the rocking chair

Trying to get there

 

Where solutions are

Feeling like a part of me

Out where we gather,

 

It has to matter

if we simulate ourselves

Genetic copies

 

Whether or not I

fail or succeed with answers

I can learn from them,

 

Clean up my own mess

Even as I'm moving on

Leaving parts of me,

 

(Tune in and see)

 

This is how I grow,

I remember to love me

As my Grindaddy did

 

I simply let go

Turn towards the problems while I

Trade that shade for tea,

 

What was of darkness,

Depression, greed and envy,

I fight to be free

 

To have an impact,

To keep on moving forward,

To know where to lean,

 

Shade is always there,

And love is always a verb

I'm blessed to receive

 

I'm not alone, just

Flanked on all sides by angels

Blocking shade that lies 

 

Behind demon eyes

That fail to connect to what

What they feel inside

 

Only snap judgments

and inferiority

Damaging the worst,

 

Clogging the bases

Wanting second stuck on first,

Causing worlds of thirst

 

(Lord help me be strong)

 

In adversity

Darkness reveals the brightest

But does not make it,

 

This Light you can see,

Any good without is just

The God within me

 

Move out of my way

Or come on in toward problems

That our souls can see

 

Where when life throws shade -

I just keep the faith and take

A sip of my tea

 

 

© Arkay Evans 2016

 

Midwest Sister

Midwest Sister.
This piece was written in honor of all my sisters who have survived violent hate or domestic crimes. 
God bless those who by faith find the courage to trust, love and achieve again. 
By faith, sweetness can endure.

________________________________________________

And so,

The story goes that you,

First saw the devil 'round age 23,

Blazing in a stench of bigoted, biased Chauvinistic eyes

hurling like vomit on fire,

As you suffered at length,

Overestimating the kindness of strangers

and personal strength,

And this, your concrete dance

was held in the beauty of Missouri grasses and wild wheat,

whispering warnings in summer heat,

and memories,

fading and rising in you like the acid of

what-if's gone sour,

Leaving a sister angry and sad,

Wishing she were stronger,

But fear not, dear sister;

for if sweetness can endure,

And with faith in God it can,

then I know I'll see you soon

to fist bump better days, my friend.

Peace.

Copyright © Arkay Evans

Snow In April (Evans)

The weather in tornado alley is sometimes quite bizzare.  We'd just had a week or so of
lovely spring warmth, when BOOM in rolled an artic springtime blizzard.  I took tons of pictures.
It was absolutely beautiful.