Poetry, prayer, and the quiet work of God.

A vintage, sepia-toned photograph showing a Black man sitting at a wooden desk with his face buried in his hands, obscuring his features. He is dressed in a formal suit and vest. The desk is arranged with an open book, a stack of leather-bound volumes, and an inkwell with a quill. In the background, a bookshelf filled with books and a window with blinds complete the scholarly, contemplative scene.

I’ve spent my life circling back to faith — wandering, questioning, and somehow always finding poetry at the center of it all.

My writing lives in the spaces between doubt and devotion, the places where honesty speaks louder than certainty. I’ve always been drawn to the Psalms — not because they’re perfect, but because they’re raw. David and the other poets of Scripture didn’t hide their fear, anger, or awe; they spoke to God with uncompromising truth. That kind of transparency inspires me.

The Bible is full of poetry — lament, praise, longing, peace — and at its heart, it’s about conversation: between humanity and the divine, between the seen and unseen. My own poems seek to continue that conversation, sometimes wrestling, sometimes resting, but always reaching for something real.

This space is where I write observations back into the silence underneath.

I also post some poetry into SUNO (Music A.I generation) https://suno.com/@undersilent as concept examples.

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