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A Day of Jubilee (An Epic Poem in commemoration of Juneteenth), written by Michelle C. H. Wyatt

2026-06-12T18:08:42-04:00

Slash, whiplash! That sound on black skin, making all the others fall in line, slavery of a different kind.
The “Lonestar State” served slavery on a unique plate, promising greater social interaction, and opportunities for escape. Slaves could flee to Mexico, when they had nowhere else to go.
Galveston Texas offered demanding maritime […]

A Day of Jubilee (An Epic Poem in commemoration of Juneteenth), written by Michelle C. H. Wyatt2026-06-12T18:08:42-04:00

Rocks

2024-11-20T09:25:52-05:00

Today in my reflection time, I thought about the concept of rocks. We compare other objects to rocks because of their durability and sturdiness, as well as their ability to withstand the test of time. It is no wonder that the love that Jesus has for us is also compared to these structures. He […]

Rocks2024-11-20T09:25:52-05:00

Work of Art by Michelle C. H. Wyatt

2024-10-18T09:32:16-04:00


New canvas, new pallet, new brush, new pen,
Master, make my life over again.

With each stroke, employ colors to create in me,
the picture that you originally intended it to be.

Crafter, Master, Artist, Friend,
Life Giver, renew my life and forgive all my sin.

Texture […]

Work of Art by Michelle C. H. Wyatt2024-10-18T09:32:16-04:00

Changed

2024-08-04T10:06:03-04:00

Alone and afraid in a world without light, I falsely believed that I carried this burden.
I repeated the steps that some believe are the keys to obtaining happiness, only to gain temporal satisfaction. I wanted more.
You found me in my place of brokenness, and out of nowhere, your flame ignited my […]

Changed2024-08-04T10:06:03-04:00

Purpose in Pain by Michelle C. H. Wyatt

2024-06-13T07:44:28-04:00

I am waring in the spirit for my promise.
Though sometimes, I am alone with feelings of isolation, I contend for the prize.

Wars are won by fighting small battles.
They determine the relevancy of the individual right to exist without unreasonable limitations.

My bloody hands disclose the battle scars.
Pressing through […]

Purpose in Pain by Michelle C. H. Wyatt2024-06-13T07:44:28-04:00

Recognize

2023-09-17T11:44:22-04:00

We are unsuspected embodiments of God’s greatest gifts and instruments of his praise and glory. We walk as soldiers in a hostile world wondrously displaying our own unique feathers, similar to that of a peacock.

Isn’t it criminal to walk past a sunrise without recognition of our Creator’s glorious display? Yet, we often […]

Recognize2023-09-17T11:44:22-04:00

Patriots

2023-09-11T15:08:55-04:00

To the beautiful angelic armies who forgo business suits to strap on military boots.
Our patriots are to be honored, not to be brushed aside into a sea of forgetfulness.
It is often the unknown names and faces who bear the cross and the pain of freedom.

May you ever be adorned and […]

Patriots2023-09-11T15:08:55-04:00

Praise Baby Praise by Michelle C. H. Wyatt

2023-08-22T19:04:12-04:00

Praise baby praise for all of your days.

You were created to give God praise.

Look at your face, so tender and sweet.

God made your hands, legs, and your cute little feet.

When the praises go up, God’s blessings will come down.

We will sing God’s praises all over town.

Look at the bees and the flowers that God made.

He created […]

Praise Baby Praise by Michelle C. H. Wyatt2023-08-22T19:04:12-04:00

Woman, Warrior Queen: an excerpt from Prayers, Poetry and Prose

2023-08-09T20:15:32-04:00

Upon your back, you carried a nation who often ignored your significant contributions.

Shrouding the light from the fire in your eyes with a false narrative of your relentless strength.

You carried within your bosom the uncanny ability to discipline your genteel feminist prowess,

While simultaneously blazing the historic trail, much like the Topi antelope.

 

You are the consummate woman […]

Woman, Warrior Queen: an excerpt from Prayers, Poetry and Prose2023-08-09T20:15:32-04:00

Freedom by Michelle C. H. Wyatt

2023-07-04T18:59:52-04:00

The platitude of my attitude is mixed with warfare. love, and a history of pain.  I too sing America,
but, enough virtue signaling, that is not what this poem is about.

I want to talk about freedom. The sweet joy of victory, liberty bells, and open roads.
Swing down chariot and let […]

Freedom by Michelle C. H. Wyatt2023-07-04T18:59:52-04:00
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