Jessica L. Morris

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…

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…

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…

(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,…

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.

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…

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.

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.