A Prayer

(For A,)

Little lost girls becoming women before they have truly been children and grown through their teenage years.

But they are not truly women. Just trying to be as grown as they can because they now have the responsibilities of one.

So, not truly knowing how, they set themselves in poor soil. Some manage to bloom like a dandelion growing through the cracks of a sidewalk.

My prayer for you cannot give you back your innocence.

What’s gone is gone.


What can be given to you through the answered prayers of your Mothers, Fathers, Sisters and Brothers is more than just a fresh start.


The prayers of your Grandmothers, Grandfathers, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and real Friends as well has your own wondering prayer can bring New Life, setting you in Freedom’s Fields, planting you in nurturing soil that allows you to be rooted so that you will grow in Grace.

Rain will be sent to water you and quench your thirst for life and love.

These answered prayers will enable you to go to the enemy’s camp and take back what he stole from you.

This is the year for you to find Faith and receive Favor and Forgiveness.

It’s time!

Stop running and turn back to God.

Love Pat


The Debt

Yesterday, as I was getting ready to go shopping for groceries, I started humming a melody and these words came to me in song.

I owe a debt to the ones who came before

I can never repay it, no, never even the score

The paths that you trod, ground worn-down for me

Lighter so my way would be

I owe a debt, I will never repay

Know this, I will be grateful for you far beyond my grave

Suffering the taunts, those stones that were hurtled

Bloody and bruised, triumphant in end of your way

Standing so Tall despite the fractures you bore

I am looking back to the ways of the world

Seeing you there in the midst of my fears

If you, lacking all that I now have, could carry your Cross and bear it so well

You Inspire me now to rise once again and bear my own until my end

Because Somewhere out there in the future will be, a little brown girl looking for someone like me

Broken bones mend in the passing of days

I must walk onward, to smooth down the ways of the path that she one day will tread

My hope, Oh Glory to God, that I too do my duty

One day, together we will stand, each having done her part, to bear up the Crosses given to us by God

The Threads of our lives woven together we then see, brought us to this moment in Eternity

We‘ll suffer, we‘ll bleed, we‘ll rise up again

Sisters in Arms until our end!

Love ♥ Patricia,

Your Friend in Berlin

Fight on to defeat the Black Snake!

I have been watching my country from far away.

Pride, respect and love are my feelings for those of you who have Stood Up to those whose Moral Principles are as filthy as an unchanged baby’s diaper.

Those people who lie in moral darkness and call it light. They have doomed themselves and choose daily to ignore those who can see their moral destruction. Instead, they skip lightly onward towards the yawning pit waiting to swallow them whole.

All the more, my deep respect for those on the front lines, these Protectors confronting, challenging and speaking truth to the purblind.

Those whose daily work it is to get up and to protest in order to protect the Earth and its resources.

Those who rallying cry is “It is yet not too late to turn this all around.”

They who say “We can live together in peace.”

And, “ There is enough here for us all.”

In the beginning, God created.

To give us a sustainable life and not one where power would be used falsely to rape the Earth of its resources and their fellow beings of their chance to live life having more than enough.

We were meant to grow.

To learn how things work and what we can do to improve life.

As those with this understanding go about this work, others who do not understand the responsibility continue to reap a habit through their thoughts and actions that are designed to kill our advancement as humanity.

We cannot eat a Dollar, Euro, Pound, Peso, Dinar, a Franc, Dram, Yen, Gold or Silver.

Regardless of the many currencies none of these will fill our hungry stomachs with the nutrients we need to survive.

Just as we cannot drink oil or gas to quench our thirst.

We need water for this.

Water to drink pure or to make tea or coffee.

We need water for the food we grow and for the trees, the flowers in the field or those on our window sill.

We need water to take care of our daily needs to cook with and to bathe in.

Our souls need the water.

That is why we go to sit, or walk along the water’s edge and listen to the waves hitting the shore. We swim, we fish, we float in and are made up of water.

None of these things will be enjoyed in polluted water.

We have seen pictures of birds and fish covered in oil from a spill. Imagine being the one covered in this crude oil.

Or, a fire broke out because of an explosion.

Where would you run to?

Imagine trying to breathe the air with all those pollutants poisoning your lungs.

The water would be contaminated too.

You have nothing to drink possibly.

You thought to soak a towel in water to hold over your nose.

It’s been poisoned and you are breathing that into your lungs.

If there ever was a snake in the grass, the black snake is this.

A Murder in Chicago

She deserved better.

A night enjoying time spent with her boyfriend.

Instead, she and he were chased through the streets of Chicago’s Gresham neighborhood by 4 Men. In their attempt to escape their pursuers, they were separated. Realizing this, her boyfriend doubled back to find her.

He found her.

She had been shot in the back.

The Police say that the 4 Men ran off after the shooting.

Her name is Oceanea Jones and she was loved.

I watched a news report describing what happened to Oceanea and her boyfriend. Her mother’s grief hurts my heart.

Imagine finding out what happened to your only child and rushing to the scene of the shooting. She told her daughter to get up, but she didn’t.

There is no excuse for what these Men did.

This is not a Case of Mistaken Identity as reported. As if these Men, somehow had the right to shoot to death anyone.

This is Murder.

One of many that has been committed in Chicago.

The Victims were often murdered by people who more than likely have never realized that they themselves can do better than to hurt others by robbing, stealing and killing.

We must do better.


These Victims of other people’s lack of respect for life should not be forgotten.

Their deaths should not have been in vain.

Do not forget them please.

Help to counteract the Violence if you feel called to do so.

Keep the memories of their lives alive.

As long as you do not forget them, they will live on.

Remember, Oceanea deserved better.

She should have lived.




Hidden Butterflies

My friend Chrissi sent me the link to this short film (The Butterfly Circus) after reading my blog post Everthing Must Change.

Nick Vijicic stars as ‘Will’, a man born without limbs who is the main attraction in a ‘freak show’ of a traveling carnival. Having been constantly seen as a freak of nature, has left Will with a distorted self-image. His low self-esteem also affects how he sees himself and what he thinks he can do in life. Throughout all the indignities that he has suffered, Will has held on to his dream of joining one of those ‘fancy shows‘ like The Butterfly Circus. On this fateful night, he finds himself being ‘seen and spoken too’ by Mr. Mendez, the showman of The Butterfly Circus who he does not recognize and spits him in the face. The showman of the carnival berates him, Mr. Mendez however offers Will forgiveness.

(Please do take the time to watch the film. I think you will enjoy it.)

The character of Will could be anyone of us on any given day.

We all bear the unkind actions of others, the woundings of their spoken words cling to our souls shouting silently:

“This is who you are.”


“This is who you will always be.”

Know that we alone decide if this will forever be the fruit of our lives.

Once we have been verbally wounded, we cannot unhear the words that were used to cut us.

We can hear a spiteful prediction for our future and still choose to define ourselves based on our own understanding our of inherent goodness.

We can overcome the rough starts that we have had in life, that underestimate who we truly are at heart and become someone of real worth.

You and I can learn to understand ourselves and take on our true identities.

These identities are written into our DNA.

If we have been moving down the wrong path in life, we can choose another more positive route. Figuratively and literally our feet choose to lay a trail over the ground that we walk upon.

If someone says we are nothing, dumb, dull and will never amount to anything, we can choose to accept their words and become this prophecy.

Or, we can choose to believe that we are in the process of becoming smarter and applying what we learn to our lives.

We can choose to flip on our light and allow our intelligence to show through. After all, educating ourselves is not just something that happens through schooling.

Pursuing our personal interests and developing our talents, helps us to know who we truly are.

This allows us to shine with the natural brightness of a happily lived life where we are at peace because we fought to win back what was stolen from us.

Are you willing to fight to win against the naysayers?

You have the right to say to the world: “I once believed a lie, now I know the truth.”

“Look at me, this is who I am.”

“I worked at making peace within myself and emerged from my web of old silky threads.”

You can do this my friend.

You have been holding onto the layers of that cocoon for far too long.

It is time to take to flight!




Everything Must Change

In this moment, I write this with the surety of all the past moments that I have lived up to now.

Everything Must Change” as recorded by Nina Simone, is the song that I have been listening to and singing along with in the odd moments since I rediscovered it last week.

It is a song from my childhood, that I think we eighth graders may have sung for our graduation. Because my memory here is foggy, I cannot say for sure if that is true. I do know the song well and I am delighted to have rediscovered it again and Nina’s hauntingly beautiful version.

When she sings the words: “There is so, little in life you can be sure of” slight pause, wait for it “woo ooh, ooh”. It is the way she sings this woo ooh, ooh. I have the feeling of being in Church on a Sunday morning listening to the Soloist singing the truth about life and faith.

The goose bumps and the tingling in my Soul are real.

Listening to her phrasing of this lyric, I know she understood what she was singing about.

Looking backwards through my own life experiences, I can testify to the truth of these words.

Nina Simone’s rewording of Benard Ighner‘s song does not distract anything from the original lyrics.

It just makes it her own.

It is her teaching us through song, what Maya Angelou taught us through these words.

“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.”
— Maya Angelou

It is what I am trying to communicate to you.

Everything does change with time.

Believe Nina.

Believe Maya.

Trust Me.

Hold on to your hope and the truth that your own life has been teaching you.

Keep on walking Sisters!


listen to Nina, she knows!

Love, Patricia


Photo by Mahdi Fathi on Unsplash


There is a man who lives and works in one of the most prestigious houses in the free world.
In my opinion, he is totally unfit for the job and unworthy of living there.

Like all those on opposing sides of an issue we do have something in common.
We are both humans born in The United States and eligible to vote for those that we want to represent us in public office.

I never brought into his campaign rhetoric because the words that he spoke convinced me that this is not someone worthy of my respect.
Looking at him or listening to him speak, turns my stomach.
My body rejects what he stands for with every molecule of my being. Because of this, I cast my vote against him.

Since his election, I have given him the gift of my resistance [1]to his position in Washington.
He has earned my resistance to himself and All the Kings Men [2] who serve with him in forwarding his political agenda.
As this band of men and women are working to dismantle America, a unifying force of people all across the country are coming together in solidarity to stop them. This election has mobilized its citizens to activism and this activism has spread throughout the USA and the world.

All of us working together in our resistance to the demagogue.

Resistance for the sake of what is good and necessary to the uplifting of human beings is the correct action to take in respond to this unrighteous bully pulpit.
The American people, have never gained anything by lying down and playing dead to the aggressive stance of the brutally ignorant. None of the worlds people ever have.
In fact, the women of Liberia, both Christian and Moslem Prayed the Devil back to Hell [3] and brought peace to their country that had been at war for years.

They were brave and courageous and we are too.
We the people are standing our ground, taking action and doing the same.
We have to continue to mobilize ourselves and use our combined strength to save us all from this demagogic [4] rule in Washington.
The king has gathered all his men together to enforce his will. They are not there to serve the Citizens of the USA.
We are not serfs, slaves or subjects to be ruled with a fist of iron.
We are free people.
And so will we live.

Free, Gregory Porter [5]!

Resist [6] and do not be silent.

Who March the World? Girls. | Full Frontal with Samantha Bee [7]




  1. Resist by Albert Burneko in The Concourse. Deadspin.com
  2. All The Kings Men Trailer. Youtube.com
  3. Pray The Devil Back To Hell Documentary. Youtube.com
  4. When Washington Goes Low, We Go Local. EcologyCenter.org
  5. Free, song by Gregory Porter from the album Liquid Spirit. Youtube.com
  6. United Resistance video. UnstoppableTogether.org
  7. Quiet, song from MILCK with vocal groups GW Sirens and Capital Blend. On Full Frontal with Samantha Bee



History Repeating

Last night, I said my prayers and went to bed at 1 in the morning.

I prayed again when I woke up shortly before 6 am and began my day.

It is 5:38 pm as I write these words.

I am disappointed with the Election results.

That’s a fact.

8:37 am: Has I took off my coat in school today, I was asked by a young man, a refugee from the city of Aleppo, Syria:

“What is wrong with your fellow Americans?

Why would they elect someone like Trump?”

What’s wrong with America?

Only God can give a truthful answer here.

Not a demagogue who manipulates “the uncivilized mob” that have falsely named themselves “the people”.

These election results have jarred more people awake to the truth of life in America for non-whites than ever before.

Hopefully none of the newly awakened with ever fall asleep like this again.

All of us will be experiencing the next 4 years together, and we need each other to stand for truth and justice wherever we see unrighteousness occurring.

Time, as it always does will make plain who was on the right side of history and who simply got it all wrong.

The USA is a country that is undergoing an internal change in identity.

Questions of who belongs to America? As well as who has the right to call themselves a citizen of these United States are just two of many that we the people need to answer for ourselves now.

If we fall to do this, then those who are still closed-off to the truth will give their uninformed answers to these questions.

History is repeating itself not to harm or to hurt us even if this is the intention of those who have chosen to walk a path opposed to that of righteousness.

History is repeating itself because more of us are ready to speak truth to hate and injustice.

My good people, history is repeating itself to help us to become One True Nation of a United States.

It is time for you to stand up and speak up.

Beginning now.


History is repeating…

(Watch, listen to the video)

Seriously – This American Life, Sara Bareilles, and Leslie Odom, Jr.



America in Progress!

It is the night before the 2016 US-Presidential Election and I am wondering what the country’s people will have decided when the last vote is counted.

A few months ago I took a pledge not to become involved in the political bickering that has marred this Election year. I chose to remain silence in lieu of a better way of expressing my anguish and unbelief at the “behavior of a certain political candidate and his supporters”.

This article is not about this aberrant behavior.

By writing this I am asking the people of my country to really spend the night in reflection about the country that they want to live in and then to vote accordingly.

I am an Expat and I have experienced this Election Year through the lens and filter of one living abroad. As an Expatriate, I have followed as closely as I dared the news of my home country. But I also have had the added visual of seeing how the USA is thought of in the various international media outlets, by my friends, associates and others that I encounter on a daily basis.

The key question that I am asked?

“What is wrong with America that someone like Trump can become a Presidential Candidate?”

After asking this they always laugh in unbelief. Always!

I been living in a Country that has had their first female Chancellor – Angela Merkel since 2005. She is now into her third term in office. Her political experience dates back to the Revolutions of 1989.

Yes, it took time for some of the people to adjust to her being Chancellor. Other politicians have done their best to malign her. The People however, have generally given their approval to her leadership.

The US Presidential Elections have at times resembled a horrible farce where blame is the name of the game.

When Barack Obama was running for the Presidency I was asked for my thoughts about him and what he could accomplish for the USA. Having an idea of the type of racial hatred he was facing and would continue to have to stand firmly against to do the work that he was elected to do, I simply answered, “That I didn’t know what he would accomplish but that he was the right person to elect to office.” The racially motivated political fallout was just the beginning of the ripping off of the hastily stitched together wound of race relations in the USA. All the festering under formerly applied bandages, showed in the refusal of elected officials to do the job that they were sent to Washington to do on behalf of the people.

This stink of racial hatred has not died. The pus of America’s racial wound has continued to fester. It is visible daily. We hear it in the language that’s been used for these last eight plus years and we hear and see it now in this election.

Still because of this things have changed.

What some Americans are has been show and all can see this clearly if they choose not to be blind.

President Obama’s time in office has shown us that we as a United People, have, can and must continue this process of reconciling our past in order to truly be one.

On the night before the Elections my questions for you are simple.

What does America mean to you?

What are you willing to do to continue to form America into a true home for all of us?

Whenever a person is elected to public office our (your) responsibility does not end with the casting of our votes.

We must be watchful to see if that person is doing the job that we elected them to do to the best of their ability.

If they are not, then we have to call them out on this.

We can write letters and/ or call their political office directly and band together to demonstrate our wish for them to be responsible to their Oath of Office.

I want to leave you with some two quotes  and a stanza from a poem that I read today:


“Indeed, it is precisely in a period of great spiritual and societal hunger like our own that we most need to open minds, hearts, and memories to those times when women and men actually dreamed of new possibilities for our nation, for our world, and for their own lives. It is now that we may be able to convey the stunning idea that dreams, imagination, vision, and hope are actually powerful mechanisms in the creation of new realities — especially when the dreams go beyond speeches and songs to become embodied; to take on flesh, in real, hard places.” –Vince Harding Is America Possible


 “What shall they do with the idea of an America in process, an America that is not a finished, sharp-edged block of white granite but is instead a malleable, multicolored gift of clay; still seeking, taking, giving shape, purpose, and direction?” .” – Vince Harding Is America Possible


We, the people, must redeem
Our land, the mines, the plants, the rivers,
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again. – Langston Hughes

Elect those who will do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with their God


The civil rights march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama in 1965  Peter Pettus, photographer


Now is the time to lift our national policy from the quicksand of racial injustice to the solid rock of human dignity.- Letter from Birmingham Jail

(Written while he was alone and isolated in Birmingham jail.)


Let us march on ballot boxes, march on ballot boxes until race-baiters disappear from the political arena.
Let us march on ballot boxes until the salient misdeeds of bloodthirsty mobs will be transformed into the calculated good deeds of orderly citizens.
Let us march on ballot boxes until the Wallaces of our nation tremble away in silence.
Let us march on ballot boxes until we send to our city councils, state legislatures, and the United States Congress, men who will not fear to do justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with thy God.
Let us march on ballot boxes until brotherhood becomes more than a meaningless word in an opening prayer, but the order of the day on every legislative agenda.
Let us march on ballot boxes until all over Alabama God’s children will be able to walk the earth in decency and honor. There is nothing wrong with marching in this sense.
How Long, Not Long

(Martin gave this speech on the steps of the State Capital in Montgomery, Alabama after the successful completion of the Selma to Montgomery March on 25th of March 1965.)


Let us be dissatisfied until America will no longer have a high blood pressure of creeds and an anemia of deeds.

  • Let us be dissatisfied until the tragic walls that separate the outer city of wealth and comfort from the inner city of poverty and despair shall be crushed by the battering rams of the forces of justice.
  • Let us be dissatisfied until those who live on the outskirts of hope are brought into the metropolis of daily security.
  • Let us be dissatisfied until slums are cast into the junk heaps of history, and every family will live in a decent, sanitary home.
  • Let us be dissatisfied until the dark yesterdays of segregated schools will be transformed into bright tomorrows of quality integrated education.
  • Let us be dissatisfied until integration is not seen as a problem but as an opportunity to participate in the beauty of diversity.
  • Let us be dissatisfied until men and women, however black they may be, will be judged on the basis of the content of their character, not on the basis of the color of their skin. Let us be dissatisfied.
  • Let us be dissatisfied until every state capitol will be housed by a governor who will do justly, who will love mercy, and who will walk humbly with his God.

Let us be dissatisfied until from every city hall, justice will roll down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream. Let us be dissatisfied until that day when the lion and the lamb shall lie down together, and every man will sit under his own vine and fig tree and none shall be afraid. Let us be dissatisfied. And men will recognize that out of one blood God made all men to dwell upon the face of the earth. Let us be dissatisfied until that day when nobody will shout “White Power!” — when nobody will shout “Black Power!” — but everybody will talk about God’s power and human power. Where Do We Go From Here: Chaos or Community?

(Written while living in isolation in Jamaica, this book is an assessment of the priorities that America has and a warning that they needed to be re-ordered and more. Dr. King also addressed “the deep questions” – Who are we? Who are we meant to be? This question of identity is something that “America” still struggles with. )