Sure Feelings to the BeatA Poem by ROXANE DORSEY
Upon entering the church, immediately the
beating of drums summoned my participation. I didn't hesitate to move left, right, up & down. My head & hands lead my body's band. March on sweet saints. March on ol' faithful one. I clapped. I hummed. And stomped my feet to an uncontrollable gospel beat. I tuned in. Yes, I felt apart of it. Whatever it was my soul connected wit the sure feeling wit something out of this world. Something I felt before like opening heaven's door. © 2017 ROXANE DORSEYReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 1, 2017 Last Updated on October 1, 2017 AuthorROXANE DORSEYbaltimore, MDAboutlove poetry since it has been embedded in my mind deeply way back when I was 4 years old. A very good reader in pre-school. Nursery rhymes tuned me in even deeper. more..Writing
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