Author: Jessica L. Morris
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“To Walk With Me Is To Walk As Me”*
In this next step – may I see my own feet in Your sandals, brushed clean of the dust of man’s doubt and fear and disgust – may my toes be strong enoughto grasp hold of these too-big shoesthat know the Way – to walk as You walkto see as You seeto love as You…
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Misbelief
Hidden among the stories and memories oftriumph anddefeatare the chainsthat bind our souls to misbelief – that’s a thing, for sure – not misunderstanding,for it has nothing to do with knowledge – misbelief having everything to do with fear.If only there was Oneto show us the Way…I wonder:how many timesin the last two thousand years…
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These Dreams of Mine
These dreams of mine – the ones I cling to believing I will never feel fulfilleduntil they are realized – keep me shackled in the sewers of this world.But,when I flip the coinI see their worth – in guiding me away from me – if only I would not cling to them!How then can they…
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How I Know God
How impatient I have been and still am – I can’t even call it waitingbecause impatiencedoes not wait – it paces and questionsYour motives for silence.How patient You have been and always are – it must be LOVE – for nothing else no one else has ever accepted me and welcomed me in all my…
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“We Shall Overcome”*
(In memory of Paul E. Clark) “It’s not too late.”* That’s the message I received from my friend this morning. His poems on white paper in the early morning seem to tell me thingsthat our lively conversationsdid not. Words are funny like that – they live and breathe on paper – how oddandmysteriousand miraculous!Thanks Paul,…
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The Wolf I Fed and The Miracle I Am
The wolf I fed – thinking it was a happy-go-lucky-tail-wagging-doggie – latched on with its fangs anddragged me to hell and backhundreds of times.What kind of blindness is that?Denial? Pride? Ego? Don’t answer that – unless you have fed a wolf of your ownyou will never understand the miracle I am.
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Moments of Clarity in the Corner of My Eye*
Have you ever noticed howthe birds sing as if they know all the answers – in the morning before the world turns on the lightsand in the evening as they soothe us into night. You can set your watch by it.Once before, I quipped in a poemthat I wished I spoke “bird” so that I…
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Just Stop It
Obsessed with the messworrying strivingfixingtryingto let go andlet God……pray moremeditate and discernOM OM OMstill nothing no peaceno resolutionno understandingjust emptinessandfrustration……what more must I do?!Therein lies the answer:letting goandletting Godis not about doing.
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A Prayer for When We Sit Together
Dear God:You know my heart better than I know it myself.You know my mind better than I know it myself.What must You think of me, when You look into my soul: all jealousy, judgment, and fear on display? I would try to hide from You, if I thought that fruitful; but I know You see…
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With No Apologies to the Feminists
While the whole world has been telling me I belong to no oneandI need no oneto become a phenomenal woman – my whole being (always and especially when I thought I believed the world)has only ever known one Truth – I am His.