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Saturday, October 12, 2013

FIRST WORDS BY: GEMMIA L. VANZANT


One day my soul just opened up

and things started happenin'

things I can't quite explain

I mean

I cried and cried like never before
I cried tears of ten thousand mothers
I couldn't even feel anything because
I cried 'til I was numb.
One day my soul just opened up
I felt this overwhelming pride
what I was proud of
only God knows!
Like the pride of a hundred thousand
fathers
basking in the glory of their newborn
sons
I was grinnin' from ear to ear!

One day my soul just opened up
I started laughing
and I laughed for what seemed like
forever
wasn't nothin' particularly funny goin' on
but I laughed anyhow
I laughed the joy of a million children
playin'
in the mud
I laughed 'til my sides ached
Oh God! It felt so good!

One day my soul just opened up
There were revelations, annihilations,
and resolutions
feelings of doubt and betrayal, vengeance
and forgiveness
memories of things I'd seen and done
before
of places I'd been, although I didn't
know when
there were lives I'd lived
people I'd loved
battles I'd fought
victories I'd won
and wars I'd lost.

One day my soul just opened up
and out poured all the things
I'd been hiding
and denying
and living through
that had just happened moments before.

One day my soul just opened up
and I decided
I was good and ready!
I was good and ready
to surrender
my life
to God.

So, with my soul wide open,
I sat down
wrote Her a note
and told her so.

Gemmia L. Vanzant


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