Tuesday, July 3, 2018


The wind passes through me and over me. This is where I find peace. This is where I find solace. Wrapped up in a blanket of God's own creation. The universe becomes an extension of my mind. My heart is open to all the possibilities. There's nothing that stands between me and my future except myself. I Am a wonder of creation. I Am able to be all that I need to be. I Am that which God has wonderfully, fearfully, and beautifully made. I am a black woman.

Sunday, July 1, 2018


Sitting outside in the open sky...it's dark. I can see the stars and the moon. I wanted closure, but closure is a fallacy. I don't need to see you to say goodbye. I don't need false explanations. I need you to say what you think I want to hear. I don't need you to try and explain, to make things easier. Here under the sky, under the moon and stars alone, my heart has already said goodbye. That's my closure.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Speak The Words

In my space alone I speak the words of power hoping that they find purchase. If no one is there to hear me speak, did my voice really make a sound. In my space alone I speak the words of power...the power to go...the power to stay. In my spacke alone I speak the words of power and the shackles fall...in my space alone I speak the words of power and I am free.
I love you 💞

Thursday, June 7, 2018


"In the beginning was the word the Word, the word was with God, and the Word was God..Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being..."

I mark the passing of time with sunrises and sunsets waiting... 

Knowing that there's a path for me. A pre-ordained,  predestined path that God has gently set my feet upon.

I follow my path one step at a time. Sometimes the way is dark, pitch black...but I know that He is there..

The storm winds can be violent. Blowing life's debris in my eyes...I can't see..but He speaks a rhema word, "Peace be still."

Sometimes the ground seems to give way under my feet...
He catches me...I am so tired.

"Come to me,  all who are weary and heavy laden. And I will give you rest."

He places a kiss upon my forehead....He changes my name.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Stardust Crowns

Stripped bare...
standing on an auction block naked, alone.  
Waiting for the highest bidder.
I have forgotten what it means to be Queen.
I have forgotten what it means to Behold The Glory of the Son.
I have forgotten that I was born of Mother Earth and Father Time.
I have forgotten power that I hold in the palm of my hand.
Broken...I concede... waiting.
Waiting for the one who will pay the price.

Not having what I want but wanting so much to be wanted....
Bent but not broken.
Holding the last ember of hope tightly to my breast.
I yield...I yield to space and time. 
Through my eyes I can see the beginning.
I can see the end... I can see eternity. 
I hear your voice, "I am that I am, and  you are my child." I regain my strength, my voice, my beauty.
My head is adorned with Stardust never again to bow never again to be broken I am reborn.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Breathe Into Me

When I close my eyes I can feel you....

I can taste the sweetness of your lips and tongue
Your warm breath envelopes me flowing into me and gives me life
"....and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being."
Warm..soft ....sweet...


I want it almost more than life itself
But it's so far away

I don't want to let go of the memory

But time and space are​ destroyers.
Wreaking havoc on everything they touch.

I will hold on as long as I can....

Don't let me go...don't let me go.

 - Pandora Esperanza

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Blaque Nephilim

Constricted breath....
struggling to escape. Across my hopes, dreams and love of you.
Scattering across the landscape of my mind like dandelion fluff. Looking for purchase in a soul, your soul, that has been tilled by callous indifference. I gifted myself, my pearls, to you. You cast them down into the dirt to be trampled upon before the swine....but no more. After what seems to be a millennia, He finds me, a response to the cry of my pain, bearing me up.  Wings spread wide expanse never ending. Skin the color of dark chocolate, eyes that peer into WHAT is left of my soul. He is mine, my Blaque Nephilim. He carries me to the heavens. He makes me whole. Gently making love to my broken pieces,  he mends them with his touch. breathing life back into what I though was lost. Making me whole from within. My body reflecting his love from every part of my being. He is mine, my Blaque Nephilim.....I Am Home.