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Sweet Roads and Honey (c) by Yolonda D. Coleman

"Every word of this song is going to be about you..." Raheem DeVaughn sang on my Ipod as I stepped onto the Stair Master. My thunder thighs had long since danced to the score of the lightning as I struck out one too many times prompting me to claim a life of celibacy. Then...he came along and interrupted my womanly strong hold to stand clear of relationships.

He came along singing melodies on stilettos having me high on my heels and tip toeing around love's room. Exercise was my only escape from the Voodoo he puts on me with his "How was your Days" and "Sleep wells" at night when I wanted to just scream my loneliness away. All the while, I'm wrapped in his long distance arms with the force of 10,000 tight ropes above center ring. Was I being clowned or crowned by his endearing words that kissed my ears like lips to a glass of his favorite drink...Water, I think, keeps his soup coolers moist, and I enjoy every vibration that comes from them from his simple, "Hey, lady," and "It's okay, Baby" words of comfort...and I'm thankful that in this world that's so full of sorrow, he takes time in his present and his tomorrow to simply let me know he cares and makes me climb invisible walls without even existing in the same city or state.

Of mind, body, and spirit, each step I take with the Master will be in the direction of perfection so I can run right into his heart.

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Raheem's Song

Chasing Rainbows

My sojourn home includes a road that is connected to a Washington, D.C. and and two different counties in Maryland. The nation's capital, with all its magnificent intentions, was dark and gloomy as the rain poured. I all but cried when I saw the adult faces of despair staring at me, but found joy in looking at a child skip in between the rain drops. Without a care in the world, the little ones understood that true happiness was not in a material possession, but just existing in what was already available to them.

In between the two counties, I sat in traffic blasting my music to distract me from the bumber to bumber routine I've become accustomed to weekly. No soon as I entered my city, the rain stopped. To my left, justs before reaching the Wa Wa, were two bands of colors arching over the sky.

"No way! Could it be?" I asked myself.

Adjusting my contacts, I saw two rainbows.

At the traffic light, I quickly grabbed my camera. Click! Click! Click! I got them, but I wasn't satisfied. I made a left turn to follow them and found myself in a neighborhood I had passed for the past year in a half. At the next traffic light, I snapped again. This time, I was caught in action. The passengers in the car next to me saw what I was capturing and decided to take a picture of the rainbows too.

I pulled over so as not to stop traffic and snapped away. After about 6 shots, I just stared and stared and stared...

There was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Instead of a leprecan waiting for me, I was the one holding the pot...and tasting the rainbow of my dreams.