I am searching for silence because only in true silence, a stillness of all things: body, soul and spirit, can I hear His voice. This year I am searching for some stillness. We live in a very noisy world, and I live in the midst of a vicious city, it will chew you up and spit you out if you allow it. There are so many issues that it is almost impossible to achieve silence much less stillness of the soul. However, I need it to survive.

I will start with the outward man...the body.

SKIN

I am more than my skin

This skin speaks volume

in strange blemished curves

and dried patches

I am more than my skin

my black skin

smooth and easy

and sometimes

too hot for words

My skin sometimes separates

builds walls between

black and brown and

black and white

and sometimes rightly so

nevertheless

I am more than my skin

My skin

this skin

is my skin

does not always act right

can be snippy and prissy

and downright bitchy

but I am more than my skin

I am night black

caramel brown

blood red

sky blue and

cloud white

But do not forget

I am heart, soul, spirit

more than my skin.