For a Season

Seasons Change
Winters come and go
Bitter sweet memories that forever camp
where we grow...
Growing still inside of ourselves
to hear the voice of the MOST HIGH...
Inside of us HE lives
And the seasons...they never Die...
Seasons Change
Winters come and go
Bitter sweet memories camp forever
and...we grow

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman

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Movin'

This is about spirit movin' through the physical
Born again, growing old and then
to explore again
spirit movin' on
traveling he said, to a city called Heaven
we're not bounded, shackled and hounded
by the grounds precious earth...no
we're spirit movin' higher 
than your minds eye desires to know...I grow...
after being born again
washed in the blood again
cradled in Gods love again
and again...and again...and again...
as I find my way back home again...spirit movin'

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
First published in Revelation Art - POEMS

One Step to Freedom - Song

I want to shed my flesh

and walk in their flesh

and feel the road they paved

there's just no awards great enough

for all they sacrificed and gave

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman

First recorded for the CD Precious Time 

More than enough

May the HARVEST be bountiful
May the FEAST feed many
May the giving be thoughtful
but may your LOVE be plenty

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman

Child of God

If I wasn't rock-solid,
there might be a reason
for me to crumble, crack or deteriorate...
but I'm rock-solid
If I wasn't washed in the blood of the Lamb,
one could assume I have no faith...
but I'm washed in the blood of the Lamb
If I wasn't deeply committed
to change the condition of my people, or just 1 person,
you would understand why I have endured such suffering...
but I'm deeply committed
to change the condition of my people, or just 1 person
If I wasn't created to live and love and laugh
and forgive and finally live again,
then my purpose would be worthless...
but I was created and I will live and love and laugh
and forgive and finally live again
If I wasn't rock-solid, there might be a reason
for me to lose my way...but guess what my friend?
You just didn't know...I'm rock-solid

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
1st published in The Stride of Our Walk...The Root of Our Stand A Collection of Performance Poetry

Sing Little Girl or Chante Ti Fi

Sing a song little girl
Chante une chanson petite fille
sing of dreams of hope
reaching from
while reaching for...
the pearl of the Antilles...
songs in the key of natural beauty,
high mountains, revolution
and tremors of the earth
moving my sugarcane melodies
pushing my voice west
jazzing my instrument
singing each song like a little girl...
without apprehension...for your consideration

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman