Food of My Soul
It's not ham, macaroni and cheese or black-eyed peas.
What sustains me springs from living waters
From a Seed in soil
rich and priceless
Bread of Life.
I look to
Recipes of instruction like Proverbs or Psalms
Sometimes I follow or go off the path into my own garden
Where fruits and vegetables grow: ripe and sweet to taste
always trying to do the right thing.
What's growing is my determination
To keep cooking and eating so that I
May be strong in the eyes of the Lord
A little bit of this and a little bit of that.
If something gets burnt or stale,
No need to worry;
I eat banana porridge
I'm in green pastures
and my table is always prepared.
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Sandra Melinda Robinson is a freelance writer/poet and mother of Ymara Sylvia, her lovely and amazing daughter. Inspired by her Afro-Cuban/Jamaican roots and the five poetic books of the Bible she incorporates scriptures into her work to reach others with the gospel. With a BA degree in journalism from Baruch College, a book publishing certificate from New York University, and a student at New York School of the Bible, she writes artistic expressions of truth. A lover of classic music and fine arts, she is a member of New York's Calvary Choir at Calvary Baptist Church and the Connecticut Choral Society.