God and Wine

God revealed something to me last Thanksgiving that is resurfacing now.  Amidst the turmoil of  ongoing injustices against black bodies  the expected miscarriage of justice regarding Breonna Taylor's murder (is there even justice for the dead?) this insidious drama with Tory Lanez, the man who shot Megan Thee Stallion  the reality that we are entering the 7-month of quasi-quarantining and the future is yet uncertain and the personal strife many of us are dealing with that is exacerbated by political and social discord I found myself coming back to what God spoke to me last year: "Time's Up!" I don't have anything profound to say in this post beyond Time's up for expecting people and systems to be anything other that what they are--what they've been.  Time's up for expecting forced accountability to save *us. Time's up for holding folks who don't hold us back. Time's up for investing in people and institutions where the ROI is limited or ...

i wish somebody woulda told me that some soul mates wouldn't stay forever i wish i'd have known that letting go was welcoming better parts of ourselves i wish  i didn't fall so hard i didn't scream so soft  i didn't bottle up tears drowning in them complaining bout keeping my head above oceans I could've let  spill into streams sinking in memories  that could've been dreams  i wish  i'd have known  that some soul mates wouldn't stay forever  that the river only runs as long as the rain falls that forever is fantasy or fallacy or fear  bottled up as fate  and here we are fighting for forever when the sun is saying let the river run dry