Photo by Bessie Senette
I find myself wondering recently about what it would take for me, a woman of deep faith in Divine Right Order, to become hopeless. Are there not enough global horrors already for that to happen? Then, the evil strikes so close to home that I awaken each day asking what next? I could so easily succumb to the numbness that threatens every aspect of me. Have I become too soul weary to hope for love to conquer all evil? That is the belief that sustains me — that love always prevails.
Mère Mère
The smile is rare
Captured long ago
Before the bitterroot
Bent her mouth the other way.
How many tragic beats
Does it take a heart
To crystalize?
The Great Depression
Three dead babies
War threatening
A favorite son
The yellow fever
Poverty
The shoulders
I stand on seem invincible
Do I know what it would take
To freeze my mouth?
© 2016 Bessie Adams Senette
THE BAYOU MYSTIC 
Reblogged this on Clare L. Martin and commented:
Needed words.
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I realize that I can swing between to polarities of either belief. So I continue to attune mySelf to the sounds and frequencies of higher vibrations.
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