November 22, 2022

I want to know those
who are not perfect,
who spoke an unkind word,
who hurt another’s feelings, or
the ones who tried and failed.
I want to know those whose hearts were broken
who did not show righteous calm,
I want to know those who forgot how to pray,
but are turning to God, again.
We are all but walkers on a path
that takes its twists and turns,
We are all imperfect travelers,
and yet, we are noble souls,
We try to light our little fire,
we try to fan the flame,
We are not here to be perfect,
but to get up, and try again.

cfblack, 11-21-22

sunrise

November 13, 2022

Pink clouds tell

Of the Sun’s rising

and the light of the Moon fades into dark

as we sleep.

Who will notice?

September 5, 2022
CANDLE BURNING SERVICE for Love Abundance or Peace within image 1

In the midst of ‘the Nothing’, I will say Thy Name,

In darkness, light a candle, and begin again,

The darkness has enveloped us

We can’t see or hear each other,

We flounder in the midst of it,

we must find one another,

In the darkness, a light shines brighter

than in the daytime Sun,

When hope flounders, light a candle,

It will attract everyone.

cfblack, 9-5-2022

Lands of our Ancestors

August 9, 2022

List of ALL the surnames that would be mine & my siblings ancestors in some way, that we would have a touch of their DNA– male and female lines. Literally the ONLY one not proven is the James Agnew paternal line which I will never give up on finding, but may never find.

will keep a count here:

Scotland: /

England: //

Germany /

Ireland: //

Wales: /

Just one of my ancestors… ANDREW REID, Born in Glasgow, Lanarkshire, Scotland in 1622 to General Andrew Reid and Magdalene McDowell. Andrew Reid married Elizabeth Bessie Hall and had 13 children. He passed away on 14 Oct 1718 in Ulster, Northern Ireland. His son, Alexander Reid, immigrated to Lancaster PA.

Another ancestor, JAMES WADE, b. in Gloucestershire, England, d. in Padiham, Burnley Borough, Lancashire, England. 1730-1799. His daughter, Sophia Wade, immigrated to America, Lancaster PA.

Her husband, Owen Thomas Owens, 1746 to 1809, b. Pentraeth, Anglesey, WALES. Died in Washington, KY.

William Richardson, b.1640 Cumberland, ENGLAND – d.1691 Massachusetts, 9th GGrandfather.  (Polly Richardson mother of Sarah Sallie Owen who married Thomas Reid.)

Thomas Mitchell

B:1680 Ulster, Ireland

D:14 Nov 1734 Donegal, Lancaster, Pennsylvania, United States

through Rebecca Mitchell who married Alexander Reid 1755-1851.

Another ancestor, Peter Smith, came from Rheinland, Germany (on western side) to Rowan County, NC, died in NC in 1769. They migrated over a couple more generations from Rowan, NC to KY, to Bedford, Indiana. Nancy Jane Smith married Alexander J. Reid, grandfather to MY grandma Mary Reid Agnew.

Agnew, Mitchell, Owens, Reid, Richardson, Smith, Wade

To the police in Uvalde Texas

May 30, 2022

What happened?

Tell the truth.

Were you scared? untrained?

Did someone give an order,

and tell you all to wait?

You held back parents wanting in

to look for babies, rescue them,

or pull their bodies from the wreckage

of an AR-15.

You told a story to the news

of a ghost security guard,

We now hear that was “fabrication”

and no one takes the blame.

Tell the truth,

create the scene,

what plans were being made

when children bled out in that room

behind the barricade,

You thought he would negotiate,

You’re human, we understand.

Who was the one who took him down?

and how did he get in?

We need to know what happened,

We know you did your best,

a teenager killing children is not something

we expect.

We know that it was chaos,

First responders everywhere,

Border patrol, FBI,

but children were still in there,

Come forth and tell your story,

Where were you, what did you see?

because nineteen innocent little hearts

stopped beating needlessly.

cfblack, 5-27-2022

April 25, 2022

There is a point past which

you stay awake,

as if it’s morning,

but it’s not,

as if you could work all night,

but you can’t,

Your body is playing a trick on you,

and you need sleep now

more than you know,

You are hungry,

but won’t eat,

You will dream before

the new day breaks.

cfblack, 4-25-2022, 4am

Easter eggs

April 14, 2022

Coloring eggs was family time,

mixing all the hues

with a tsp of vinegar

to make the colors bright,

I liked to draw my own design

invisible, magic,

that only showed when dropped into

a coffee mug of paint,

Carefully, I took my time,

not wanting this to end,

leaving one alone in blue

hoping they wouldn’t see,

and no one else would have an egg

a deeper blue than me.

My dad’s in his coffee cup

to watch it become brown,

I did it later with my kids,

and now they carry on,

Family time and bonding,

a happy memory,

Acceptance and creating

our own identity.

(just a little Easter memory)

April 7, 2022

Ever glowing orange

sun dips below horizon,

always moving on,

How many trips ’round the Sun

before I become

spirit without bones?

haiku-sort of- 5-7-5-7-5-5

cfblack, 4-7-2022

Angel Oak

March 18, 2022

Oh the things I’ve seen!

My arms reach out to embrace

all those who come here.

cfblack 03-18-2022

GRANDKIDS

March 13, 2022

Grandkids coming to our house,

little pieces of our DNA

molded into their own

hodge-podge of continents,

movements of peoples,

hunter-gatherers who traveled to parts unknown

settled all over the world.

Their footsteps, their journeys, appear in our chromosomes

and tell our family’s story.

cfblack, 03-13-2022