Soul to Soul

Soul Expression is exactly as it says, releasing energy in the cosmos with a sense of inclusiveness which is vital for our success. With this in mind, the voices heard here cross the spectrum of life reflective of our differences; however, our share similarities outshines those differences. Marjorie Delores.

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Composing myself, I dried my tears-stained face after grabbing the handkerchief from my pocketbook, which lay open on the passenger seat. “You are stronger than this; dust yourself off and just live, live, I indignantly shouted in frustration and pain. Then without warning, the intensity of the moon illuminated on the passenger seat, willing me to avert my gaze to its source, which happened to be exceptionally bright tonight. Looking at the sky through my windshield window, it exploded with the stars, shining as if a meteor shower had just burst into the fullness of its infinite span. The beauty of the moment left me spellbound, and fleetingly, I forgot my anguish. As the pressure from the contact of my fingers on the handkerchief touched my face, it made me shudder in pain. Inadvertently my mind becomes flooded with the memories of last night. Once again, my mind becomes embattled in a war that has been slowly growing in fervency within me, unleashing an indescribable feeling of anguish and pain.

The memory of the intensity of the fight I had with Stanley and its near fatality left me shaken. During our marriage, the arguments between us have been rapidly intensifying in their frequency and continue to detonate into frequent physical altercations, which leave me perpetually fighting for my very existence. An uneasy feeling of discontentment has been consistently plaguing me since; it resonates with a sense that just continues to pull at the heartstrings of my soul, standing resolve in its determination to adjust my world.

                The festering scars of my emotional wounds now seem to have become uncovered, resurfacing with an indescribable pain from its sudden exposure. My attempts to erase the memories now seemed futile, as their uncovering incited a torrent of tears, which gushed forth, erupting like a dam, forcing me to pull over to the embankment of the road. My mind now becomes engulfed with the painful images of my last fight with Stanley.

“Stanley, I am tired. I would like for us to spend time alone tonight, just the two of us. We hardly ever see each other anymore. Our marriage has become entangled with meetings, deadlines, and dinner engagements. We have been scheduling our time around them, and I refuse to do it anymore!” I expressed quite passionately in my attempt to salvage the sinking ship of our marriage.

“Can you recall the last time you held me and told me you love me because I can’t, Stanley? It feels like we are strangers. I am just exhausted from the constant fights and arguments! We hardly speak anymore, except when we are out! I want this marriage to work, but do you, or do you even care anymore?”

Sitting at the foot of the bed with my arms decisively folded, I stared pointedly at Stanley while standing, resolved in my decision not to attend the Folinger’s dinner party tonight as Stanley had requested. Without missing a beat, Stanley just continuing to loosen his silk tie from around his neck as he stood facing the mirror. Stanley and I hardly speak anymore, and he was becoming more violent in his assaults toward me. The frequent exchanges of his silent but almost lethal stares were all we shared anymore. Continues…

I Believe

As a woman of faith, I aim to be the best version of who I believe God intended for me be. Within the realm of my thinking, I articulate my best responses and decisions independently based upon my convictions. It’s at this place in life, I stand in my truth with honoring God in the best of intentions.  My work authenticated who I am through honesty as I share my shortcomings and the lessons learned as a result. The whole purpose of life’s experience is to communicate and be empowering, and hopefully, those exchanges will promote growth for all involved. Soul Expression

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Time

At times, I think out loud, and this is one of those times. I’ve always wondered about the whole unit of time and what does it really means in value or its sum total? Then the answer became abundantly clear, It encapsulates our destiny. On realizing this, once again, it reaffirmed that time is destiny, and my prayers are ‘God, please don’t let me waste time. Wasting time is giving away my destiny’. How about you?  What do you think? SOUL EXPRESSION

All are compliments of time. Beautiful, yet fragile; each essential for the other to experience the awesome power and beauty within time. What’s the point? Value and care!

Announcement!

The Coming of Grace is a novel written by Marjorie Delores, coming available on Amazon in September 2021.

 “The Coming of Grace” it’s a story of an immigrant’s woman journey towards her purpose within the confines of her struggles, rekindles the human spirit’s immense resilience despite the odds stacked against it.

Rebekah Masters is a woman with an indomitable spirit who strives for a life she longs for, even when it seems futile. Seeing each challenge as a steppingstone, she finds her voice and resilience to thrive despite the odds. Rebekah, at Twenty-three-years-old, a woman of color, migrated from Cinderella Island to America in search of a better life. In her quest, Rebekah’s life’s journey took turns and twists, which seemed scripted.

My Friend!

Have I forgotten to tell you, my friend?

How your deeds of kindness color my world?

When the only thing I could see was the midnight of my life,

 Have I forgotten to tell you, my friend?

How your outstretched hands held me back from the jaws of decay?

Sometimes with me, and for me, you’d prayed.

 Have I forgotten to tell you, my friend?

You’ve illuminated some of my darkest moments,

With your words of encouragement, seasoned with wisdom and love.

Have I forgotten to tell you, my friend?

You’ve been a source of comfort in my times of need.

When I was about to succumb to a crisis by which my life impaled,

Your support and belief in me pushed me onward to personal elevation

Have I forgotten to tell you, my friend?

Your friendship I value, our association I treasure.

Thanks for rescuing me from a place of self-pity,

A trail in life, which robs the soul and suffocates the spirit.

My friend, you’re the best, and I’m forever

Grateful to have you as a friend, “my friend!”

By

Marjorie Delores

Real friendship is a relationship based on shared ideals without hidden agendas. It’s that interaction that adds quality and confidence to our state of being, and whenever we forge this exchange, we must nurture that relationship. It doesn’t take much; simply telling them that you value and appreciate them is a good place to start. There are times when we get busy becoming distracted that we forget to. On reading this, please call that friend who has made a difference in your life. SOUL EXPRESSION

Black Urbanites Unspoken music

I see the unspoken rhythm in each black urbanite steps,

The way he bops with a beat with each stride…

Maybe his music resides inside his complex soul,

Wanting, needing to be told, and yet I hear his music.

Music that brings about this rhythmic motion-this swaggering movement

I hear the resonance of his music,

Because it emanates with the emotion that comes from being a black urbanite

I hear his cries of frustration, pain, anger, rejection, hope, and despair.

His cries vibrate and tremble with velocity and power as he seeks solace from his

feelings of disempowerment,

The dislocated, the unemployed, the overlooked, the achievers, the tricksters, the

dreamer, and the rainbow makers,

These epitomize the images of the black urbanites

Images that reverberate in the black urbanites’ unspoken music.

By Simone Lyttle      

The first time I read this poem, it spoke to me in so many ways. I saw my neighbors, family, friends, and fellow citizen speaking to me from this place. Such raw emotions that leaps out reverberate with a longing that comes from denied opportunities cultivated steeply in a past that now breathes fear. Soul Expression

Soul Expression

At times, the beauty which lies in each of us is not easily recognized, while the peripheral beauty around us is what we easily see. However, the one that stands the test of time is the beauty that lies within us. So let’s nurtured that beauty that it may grow.

Seeing this enormous opportunity to get involved in this exchange will ultimately add to my life’s walk. We have much to offer each other towards growth, which the law of God and nature already explained in its reciprocity.  Soul Expression is a medium through which I endeavor to engage and share in this reciprocity by being part of something worthwhile that extends in the possibility of what can be achieved when minds and hearts are in the right place. What is the right place, you might ask? For me, it’s one where we can be engage, knowing that we are an extension of each other through positive energy creating the reality we want. Thanks for indulging me here at Soul Expression! 

The greatest lessons taught about us are not by our words. It is by our actions; they are the biggest educators as to who we are.

We Can

As a poet and storyteller, my acute sensitivity keeps me involved, inquisitive, wanting not just to be an observer of life but an active contributor to what I believed is possible in life. At this juncture, SOUL EXPRESSION endeavors to be engaging through a bold approach in highlighting and shared what may be uncomfortable but needs to be said. If we can agree at this onset to disagree with respect, however, dare to accept each other’s differences without hostility,  what we hope for can become a reality. Of course, this is up to us, as an old adage reminded us: “One hand cannot clap!” But, if I extend mine, and you, yours,  the sounds we make can resonate through the halls of time, and we’ll be the better because of it.  We can do this; I know we can!

What Level of Stupidity?

Several years ago, I had an assignment as a private healthcare provider for a woman who had experienced a cerebral aneurysm. Her husband, in his eighties, was her overseer, ensured she got adequate care. One day, I shared with her husband that I had a terrible headache while attending to her care. He became shocked by the fact that I was capable of feeling pain and had a headache? Then, in his state of astonishment, he blurted out a loud, “You people get headaches? I didn’t know that you people could get headaches?” At that moment, I had to pause and exhaled before responding calmly, “Your wife had an aneurysm of the brain, but you are exhibiting all the symptoms!” Needless to say, we parted company that day. So why do I share this?  To highlight the level of stupidity that ignorance breeds. And the sad part of this story is the man’s race is one of the most persecuted groups of people in the world. Ignorance is a disease that can easily be treated, but its host must be open to change through knowledge. This is the only remedy, and it begins with having an open mind. And the tragedy of it—some of those who are ardent partakers and supporters of racism still suffers the same social-ill and They are the worst perpetrators. Go figure how twisted the mind can become. Inflicting upon another group of people what threatens your very humanity? This is food for thought! Someone, anyone, please explain? I need to understand this.

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