My poem’s found a brand-new spot. Spillwords picked it up, oh yes. I’m feelin’ proud, I must confess.
My poem’s found a brand-new spot. Spillwords picked it up, oh yes. I’m feelin’ proud, I must confess.
Thousands of brass, bronze, and ivory sculptures and carvings were looted from Benin City—priceless pieces of history scattered across the world for decades now being returned.
Longer than China’s wall. But never longer in textbooks—because what conquerors don’t understand, they erase!
You don’t stop learning because you grow old. You grow old because you stop learning.
The pain of fatherlessness, the longing for love, and the eventual healing found in God—a Father who never leaves, who restores the broken, and blesses the child who hurts.
The memory of your touch? It still lingers like perfume in a room you just left.
Rediscovering God’s unwavering love.
For centuries, they missed the message. Called the canvas satire, mockery disguised in oil and linen. But truth don’t die—it waits.
The race is not for the swift but the steadfast!
Stay single until you find a love that is real, intentional, healing, and worthy.
Parallelism—woman and humanity came from (first) Adam’s side, the Church and God’s family were born from the pierced side of Christ (second Adam).
A bold, desperate, and unshakeable faith earned her the bestowal of “daughter”—used only ONCE by Jesus!
Defining yourself by roles, titles, or societal expectations is not the same as truly knowing your identity.
She’s not the one to chase if you’re still running from yourself!
Life is fragile. I knew it. But now I feel it—in every quiet reminder that I am still here and they are not.
Love is not just a feeling—it’s a way of living.
Intimacy with God is not about perfection. It’s available to each of us—right now, right where we are.
Sunday speaks, and the grave has no reply. Easter!
My poem, “Sunday Speaks” which focuses on Jesus’ resurrection was showcased in a dedicated featured post by Dagmara and the team over at Spillwords.
God holds His breath before He speaks the loudest word.
All creation watched the crucifixion, wondering if hope itself died on Friday.
Total lunar eclipse of March 2025.
When did you last reach back for your younger self?!
We can experience deep healing and soul-refreshing restoration wherever we are. Restoration means allowing God to meet us in our broken, tired, or weary places—and trusting that He is making all things new.
Praise is more than celebration—it’s surrender, trust, and presence.
Abundance is already present in our lives.
As I celebrate my birthMONTH this year, I invite you to join me in a journey of renewal and restoration.
We are whole—Strong. Unshaken.Shaped by history’s hands, fired in the kiln of time.But when the weight of patriarchy pressed too hard—Cracks appeared. What does the world do with women it tries to break?It tries to— Dismiss them.Silence them.Bury them. They say once something fractures,it can never be the same again.That the scars will always tell …
Continue reading We Are Golden ©Dawn Minott | closing Women’s History Month 2025
Affirmation of self-acceptance and confidence, celebrating the beauty of individuality beyond societal standards.
When Mother Nature decides to create no “either/or” but both!
God started it. He stopped working. Sabbath is for rest and worship.
Even in fading, words leave proof of their existence.
Welcome Spring!!
Allow life to surprise you!
Heaven is poised, the King is ready, the world stands at the brink of eternity.
A reflection on resilience, growth, and transformation.
Women’s rights, the cost of progress, and the unbreakable will to rise.
Cosmic motion in the night sky.
The zero-sum game in love is always lose-lose, never win-win. 100% or nothing. Love measured in fractions isn’t love at all because — Love demands presence, not pretense; commitment, not calculation. When one must lose for the other to win, both hearts bear the cost. True love, like true success, multiplies rather than divides, expands …
Continue reading Zero Sum Game in Love or Life ©️Dawn Minott | for Women’s History Month
Beforeword: This piece was commissioned by a bride who was renewing her wedding vows and wanted a piece to cover her walk down the aisle. It was to start with visualizing her love relationship with God, then the love relationship between her and her husband and culminate in imagining what it would be like to …
When your work is praised and recognized as “remarkable” and “exceptional”!!!
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump. Happy hump day!
Love is in the air, or is it?!
Living to embrace each moment fully.
A declaration of self-worth, unapologetically claiming space and authenticity in a world rushing to erase diversity.
Soul of home found in family dinners, lullabies and even the arguments that soften with time.
Like Martin Luther King: “I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear”. His words are oh so relevant in these times: “I’m concerned about a better World. I’m concerned about justice; I’m concerned about brotherhood and sisterhood; I’m concerned about truth. And when one is concerned about that, …
Christmas is a reminder that the extraordinary interfaced with the ordinary!
Live fully, boldly, authentically, letting no dream, purpose, or voice remain unfulfilled.
One-another—a blueprint for unity, love, and hope in our lives and our world.
Purpose—a transformative call to action.
Net worth of friends, not tallied in sums!
Tribute poem: for Nikki Giovanni
A world free of fear, is possible!
Where did the year go?!
Let bells of freedom echo round, “Free at last!”
Those who are strong for others need space to grieve.
Mother’s quiet strength.
Autumn—the season of cozy moments!
To live in regret is to live within the length of a leash that connects to the past!
The trees are about to show us how to let dead things go!!!
To live life with no regrets.
No place or distance God’s love won’t go.
Trusting, nevertheless!
Quietude in the park!!
Hope is memory, it’s possibility, it’s dreaming in color.
Live in the now!
Life is a river, flow with its waters.
Live in the moment on purpose for purpose.
The vision will come, it will not tarry.
Release inhibitions, let me soar!
A Pastor’s send-forth poem.
The boldness of black is—beautiful!!
Between now and not yet — wait!
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