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  • Friday Favorites: I Have Not Tired of the Wilderness
  • WORDS OF WISDOM #57
  • HIS GRACE
  • COOKIN’ IN THE KITCHEN
  • BE WHERE YOU ARE
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    May 12, 2023
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  • DANCING IN THE CLOVER

    April 30, 2023
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  • SOUL-SKIN

    SOUL-SKIN

    January 13, 2022

    Have you ever felt like you know something about yourself intrinsically but didn’t know it on a conscious level? Then one day, a day like the many that have come and gone, you have a self-realized moment. In that moment, it is like someone switched the light on and a revelation fell from the sky. The revelation seems familiar; it isn’t entirely foreign to you because it is a part of you. A part of you that has been lost and patiently waiting for you to pick it up from where you dropped it off for safekeeping.  

    Well, I had that moment just recently. I was sitting out on my front porch swing listening to the morning’s birdsong and watching God paint the cloud-puffed sky in hues of red, yellow, orange, and blue. As I sat there breathing in His creation, I realized that I had found myself again. I felt who I am had come back to life. In that moment, I searched my soul, trying to remember the last time I felt like me. I traveled back months, then years. It wasn’t pandemic-related, so I kept moving back. When my mental time travel was complete, I had landed in the year 2013. I hadn’t realized that I’d been lost to myself for so long. Not really lost because she had been sitting here on this porch swing all these years patiently waiting for me to pick her up. Like Janie, from Their Eyes Were Watching God”, I’d placed myself on a shelf for safekeeping. Back in 2013, my spirit must have known that for the next eight years I was gonna go through some things, and for safekeeping, she sent my soul here to sabbatical on this porch swing until we were ready to meet again.  

    Now, I didn’t walk this road of rediscovery alone. God had a plan, and he placed someone on my path to remind me where I’d sent my soul to rest. As I walked down the path of rediscovery, I wandered into the Metaverse. While in the Metaverse, I ran into its caretaker ― a Mette, pronounced “Meta”.  

    Have you ever met a Mette?  

    She is like soul-skin (African-Americanized from the Danish word solskin, meaning ‘sunshine’)! You see, soul-skin embraces you with warmth and encapsulates your heart with kindness. Leaving your soul yearning to bask in the purity of her essence. She is sun and light and love, all wrapped up in one being. Who could have birthed a beautiful soul such as this?  

    To this Giver of Life,

    Thank you for pouring warmth and kindness and goodness and light and love and sunshine into the precious vessel that God entrusted you with, that she could bring light into the world. More notably, my world!   Her light shone on a part of me that I had forgotten. Unwittingly, she watered and cultivated that long-lost seed inside of my soul and resurrected that little girl inside that I had hidden for self-preservation.  

    To my Soul-Skin,  

    Thank you for shining your refractive light into the depths of my soul, lighting the pathway back to that little girl lost. Whether you be a part of my life for a season, for a lifetime, forever or a year, I will always be grateful that God chose you to light my way back to me. You will be forever…

    My Soul Sister,

    My Kindred,

    My Ven,

    My Solskin,

    My Soul-Skin!

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  • IN THE GLOW

    IN THE GLOW

    January 8, 2022
    At night while we sleep
    Our souls secretly meet
    And dance in the glow
    Of Eternity.
    We stand in the realm
    Where angles trod
    And ne're a word be spoken
    For you and I together
    Are one heart,
    One mind,
    One soul.
    A singularity exists —
    We are
    Unified and whole.
    In our wholeness,
    Love grows radiantly
    Wild and free.
    As it traverses between,
    In and around us
    We are cocooned 
    In its wonder;
    Basking in the splendor
    Of its warmth
    As we dance in the glow
    Of Eternity.
    
    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 364

    A POEM A DAY 364

    December 21, 2021

    SINS BEYOND

    Are my sins beyond forgiveness
    My character beyond hope
    Maybe I can seek forgiveness
    From the Catholic pope
    Or maybe if I pray
    While on bended knee
    The Lord will hear my call
    And set this captive free
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 363

    A POEM A DAY 363

    December 20, 2021

    FAUX

    I am no fraud
    I am authentically me
    Yesterday
    Today
    And tomorrow
    I will not change
    To suit your fancy
    Or bend to your
    Whines or your moans
    Don't call me friend
    And then tail-tuck
    And run
    When you don't agree
    With things that I say
    If that be friendship
    I'd rather be friendless
    Why plant my goodness
    On unfertile ground
    Or cast my pearls
    Upon swine
    I have not the inclination
    Nor do I have the time 
    To cultivate barren land
    I am no fraud
    I am authentically me
    Yesterday
    Today
    And tomorrow
    So, take your
    Faux-friendship
    And leave
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 362

    A POEM A DAY 362

    December 19, 2021

    SOUL OF MY SOUL

    My soul yearns
    For your return
    Because you are
    Soul of my soul
    Without you here
    Life is bitter-cold
    In the next life
    I will search
    And I will seek
    Stand upon
    Mountain peaks
    For you are
    Soul of my soul
    And my heart 
    Cannot mend
    Until I find
    You again
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 361

    A POEM A DAY 361

    December 18, 2021

    CIRCUS

    You are not Barnum or Bailey
    And I am not a circus
    You cannot parade me around
    For people to see me with you
    Though I am a fine specimen 
    I am not an animal on display
    I will not prance or preen
    At your pleasure
    Nor for the voyeur's eye to see
    I only prance and preen
    At my leisure
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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  • A POEM A DAY 359

    A POEM A DAY 359

    December 16, 2021

    in continuity

    separate you from me
    though death may
    I know that there
    will come a day
    when I will again
    see your face
    and I'll remember you
    cause time can't erase
    the beauty
    of your soul
    you are heart of my heart
    the other half of my whole
    though death may
    separate you from me
    our love lingers
    still, in continuity
    no matter the space
    or the time
    I will always be yours
    and you will always be mine

    Simona A. Brinson

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  • A POEM A DAY 358

    A POEM A DAY 358

    December 15, 2021

    SHE DRIFTS

    The soul of my soul
    Has flown away
    My soul now wanders
    Night and day
    She drifts in
    And out of time
    Hoping that she
    Might by chance find
    Or even see
    A glint of his shine
    Maybe then she may
    Cease to pine
    For the soul of her soul
    And heart of her heart
    Maybe that's when
    The healing starts 
    
    Simona A. Brinson
    

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