Poem for my Niece

When Does God Love You?

When you were born and all brand new
When there were things you could not yet do
God knew your heart and He loved you when
He wrapped you as a gift in your beautiful skin

When you would cry and knit your brow
When your screams and fits went on for hours
God knew your heart and He loved you when
He filled your lungs with living breath

When you grow tall and your hair grows long
When your feet run miles and your voice sings songs
God will know your heart and He will love you when
You may distrust and not even believe in him

When does God love you Jayla?
Before time began
While the sacrifice was given by the saving lamb
And soon when he comes on glory to this earth once again
He loves you forever, Just as we do,
Our prayer and our hope is that you’ll love him too.



The Proud Profession of Poet

The zeitgeist of Monday had been festive and patriotic in my corner of the world, and in keeping with this flavor, I have to mention what I yelled at my brother while watching the Inauguration yesterday morning. I had the phone pressed to my ear, “mmm-ing” at the appropriate times in the conversation when Senator Chuck Schumer announced that Richard Blanco, the inaugural poet would be reading “words he wrote for this occasion.”

Naturally, my response was, “See! Poets are important!”
My statement struck me later as I absorbed the gravity of that truth. This profession, this sometimes hobby, this noble talent of writing–especially of writing poetry–carries with it such history and depth, beyond mere tradition and conventionality, that it inspires reverence. Poets are important, and though our reward is hard to measure, the weight of this moment in American history today made me proud to call myself a poet.
Richard Blanco described the writing process for his piece “One Today” in this interview, and his commitment to stay true to his voice. Each of us has a responsibility to ourselves and our readers to be exactly who we are and express ourselves in our own way. I am encouraged, and I hope you are too. 
Whatever you claim as your art–be it poetry, prose, cosmetology, sculpting, speaking, photography, singing, or dance–no one does it like you. 

Timely Realization about Rejection

What I realize is we can’t possibly be accepted all the time and if we did, being accepted would lose its magic and fun.

There is risk in putting your work out there as a writer, or an artist, but the risk is the only way to reap the rewards. I must remember this as I start to submit to journals and contests. The only things holding me back now are my own unfounded reasons for procrastination. I’m gonna bite the bullet.