Posted by Violette Reid on Sunday, May 29, 2011,
In :
Poetry
The Christ
I imagine him
golden brown
sun painted skin
body strong
lean and slightly thin
long muscles formed from vigorous walking
thighs thick from climbing mountains
mountains made by God
and mountains imagined by man
his hands
long calloused fingers impregnated by miracles
power to heal
to resurrect
to free a soul full of regret
dust sprinkled feet
softly implanted in sturdy sandals
constantly embracing the street
round ebony curls crown his head
like a silken animal hanging on for dear life
a full beard ad... Continue reading ...
Posted by Violette Reid on Sunday, May 29, 2011,
In :
Poetry
There she was:
virgin
innocent
pure as unpolluted rain.
Gracefully educating the old world with peace –
an eternal relief of pain.
Wrapping the old laws in her arms;
encouraging them with the new teachings
of a forgiving God’s reign.
“Love! Love!” she called out.
“The sacrifice was for you!”
She was holy.
She was virtuous.
She was true.
Dressed in the whole armor of God.
Spreading her love like the ripples
of a disturbed sea.
She broadened her horizons and
into foreign lands she brought her minis... Continue reading ...
Violette L. Meier, an ordained minister, wife, mother, novelist, painter, poet, and native of Atlanta, Georgia, earned her BA in English at Clark Atlanta University and a MDiv from The Interdenominational Theological Center with an emphasis in Biblical Studies. She has authored six books, and Violette loves to volunteer and do community service work because she believes that serving is the best way to make God palpable to people.
