Had to master my piece of life
Not anyone else’s, just mine, myself,
Oft we point our finger away from ourselves
When that finger is needed to repair, not denounce
Intricate issues I had to ponder
Like how I chose to worship my father,
Manmade beliefs had almost choked out
Joy I received from God at the start
Now hearing preaching is more like teaching
Not God’s direct voice through the one who is speaking,
Sure sometimes they can be heavenly inspired
But they’re also human, so verification is required
So many gray areas preached black and White
Opening up turmoil within one’s mind,
If the truth’s occupation is to make us free
Why does my offering determine if I get the key?
Love has to be life’s paintbrush
Not idiosyncrasies manmade and enforced,
Everyone telling me what life to lead
But without love, it’s just not a masterpiece!
Sandra Jackson is one of my favorite poets. She comes from a place of honesty without cowardice while practicing what she preaches. I met her several years ago at an event, and we stayed in touch via phone calls or text; meeting her left an impression that kept us engaged through the years. Sandra is like a ray of sunshine; her greatest gifts come from her heart. It’s important to acknowledge those like her; God knows they are our standards bearers. Thanks, Sandra, for your soul expression.