What if God wants to? That thing that is major bind, the issue that seems to be crumbling, that thing that you’ve been waiting for, not knowing how not knowing when. What if God is moving already?

You go back home
and you find your pocket,
when you’re with your homegirl,
and there’s nothing you can’t do.
You relish in the things—
you recall the story,
washing the places you’ve been.
And you lay it all down,

I write to stay captivated.
and to follow all the things,
how God keeps writing in my margins
as I go
Line by Line
with so much comeback.

When my Beloved comes all the darkness goes away. 
when my Beloved gives me back my sheer thing. 
How heaven loves to come immediately,
and discouragement must flee. 
Now I'm walking towards it like Milk and honey,
Like a land that knows me.

It’s in poems where you let me reign,
and how I take my throne of Glory.

It’s how You put me in my place,
following Your pleasure.

And how you want me to remain,
set on what you treasure.

Because in a poem
You have this way
of slipping in,
and taking what was weary.