KB Poetry, Prose & Essays: It Is Well BY: KB © 5.27.15

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

It Is Well BY: KB © 5.27.15

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Refrain:
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Man Oh Man!!!

I’ve had at least a million thoughts run through my head and none of them reflected godliness….seriously, I have had some things that came at me with the force and the destruction of a Tsunami. I wanted to give in to my flesh and fuss, cuss and spit. I wanted to call out all the folks that contributed to the situation. I wrestled with my anger and disappointment for about two months; I can’t say that I am free and clear of the resentment, there’s still some residue, but, I came to myself and realized that I didn’t get in the position of discomfort by happenstance!

I had to go off the grid and get lost in my thoughts to really assess the damage and the lack of self-discipline that it took to get deep in the mire. The situations taught me some invaluable life lessons…the enemy truly walks with us, touching people (think of the Denzel Washington movie- Fallen)….people who call you bae, bruh, friend, sis and all the while smiling and quoting scripture to keep you off balance. I learned I have to watch the actions because sin cannot exist in the true actions of God.

I have a responsibility in my mess….2 Timothy 2:14-16 Remind them of these things, and solemnly charge them in the presence of God not to wrangle about words, which is useless and leads to the ruin of the hearers. Be diligent to present yourself approved to God as a workman who does not need to be ashamed, accurately handling the word of truth. But avoid worldly and empty chatter, for it will lead to further ungodliness,…

Trust and believe the lesson has been learned….I rather walked near the fire and get a little scorched that be consumed and destroyed by the flames. I pat and damper down the glowing embers, nurse my wounds and continue to study and learn…..

How ya livin?

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Poetry & Essays

I wanted to create a forum for my poetry and short stories.

My poetry is the ultimate free expression of my inner most thoughts. My written word is all me without constraint of social norms and political correctness.

My pen name for writing is Muslim in origin and taken from both male and female Kifah (f) - struggle or fight. I chose this name because, like Miss Sophia in The Color Purple "all my life I had to fight"
Jari (m) I chose this name because it means powerful, brave and it speaks to my nature of being me in a world that constantly tells me that I am not allowed to be.

I am both masculine and feminine and I am a brave warrior who is un-apologetically me!

I am a writer to my marrow; it's part of my DNA, a generational gift. My grandmother wrote the most beautifully detailed journal that we found after her death. My mother is a published author - several nursing and nursing management articles. Now, I too have reached a place of maturation where I feel it's time to share my gift with the world.

This page will contain essays, poetry and short stories that covey the real and raw emotions of love and life through my lens. Who am I? I'm a lot of things to a lot of people so I'll try my best to utilize the various labels: Christian, Counselor, African American (Afro-Irish, Native) female, lesbian, co-parent, sister, aunt, lover, friend, writer, etc....

I wrote many of these pieces for my Senior Year Project for New College in 2006. It's been a long journey since then and I had a previous attempt at posting my work; the task became daunting and I all but stopped writing altogether...now, I'm back with a vengeance. I write new pieces DAILY.

The many facets of my life will ALL show as I continue to write

Poetry & Essays

I wanted to create a forum for my poetry and short stories.

My poetry is the ultimate free expression of my inner most thoughts. My written word is all me without constraint of social norms and political correctness.

My pen name for writing is Muslim in origin and taken from both male and female Kifah (f) - struggle or fight. I chose this name because, like Miss Sophia in The Color Purple "all my life I had to fight"
Jari (m) I chose this name because it means powerful, brave and it speaks to my nature of being me in a world that constantly tells me that I am not allowed to be.

I am both masculine and feminine and I am a brave warrior who is un-apologetically me!

I am a writer to my marrow; it's part of my DNA, a generational gift. My grandmother wrote the most beautifully detailed journal that we found after her death. My mother is a published author - several nursing and nursing management articles. Now, I too have reached a place of maturation where I feel it's time to share my gift with the world.

This page will contain essays, poetry and short stories that covey the real and raw emotions of love and life through my lens. Who am I? I'm a lot of things to a lot of people so I'll try my best to utilize the various labels: Christian, Counselor, African American (Afro-Irish, Native) female, lesbian, co-parent, sister, aunt, lover, friend, writer, etc....

I wrote many of these pieces for my Senior Year Project for New College in 2006. It's been a long journey since then and I had a previous attempt at posting my work; the task became daunting and I all but stopped writing altogether...now, I'm back with a vengeance. I write new pieces DAILY.

The many facets of my life will ALL show as I continue to write