Welcome to Mella Davis, Writes!
I want to invite you on a journey with me. I desire to speak fearlessly for my heavenly King and pen messages of victory, truth, and healing in each sentence. May you find every poem, devotional, or story a God-glorifying canvass. May each message contain revelation, wisdom, and intimacy with the persons of the holy Trinity.
I am honored that you are joining me on this adventure as I pen words that seek to fearlessly make known the mystery of God’s redemptive purpose in our human stories within HIStory.
About Mella
In high school, I felt truly gifted to do one small thing: write. Recently, God has sparked writing again in my heart for a profound reason: the world needs an honest word of refreshing right now.
Truthfully, I think I came out the womb babbling. Words are in my veins. As a young child, I made up rhymes and created imaginary worlds- a way to escape societal and private hardship.
Later, I began my author pilgrimage as a poet, but children’s literature now also stirs my heart. I compose from my Texas roots. My love of African oral lore and cultural traditions serve as the basis of much of my fiction. My stories illustrate the perseverance, strength, and fortitude that created Black success in America.
As an ethnographer and educational missionary, I’ve had the opportunity to experience and do life in many different cultural venues. These multicultural experiences influence both my poetry and devotionals. But God remains at the center of it all. His healing presence always made manifest.
Poetry
Cauldron of Fire
Cauldron of Fire Burns and boils a cauldron of fire full of unrighteous, wrathful desire, kindled by men’s venomous ire, unleashing torment, misery, and dread. No one seems to have time for the dead; Spewing hateful epithets and racist names, classifying people in...
I Could Count
“I Could Count” I could count sunrisesand sunsets. But why? When You hold Each one in your palm. Creator of sun, moon,and stars. But stillcall each by name, Stardust in your eyes. The sea, a dripon tongue. The wavesa frothy mustacheon your upturned lip. When your foot...
God’s Cradle Song
The main protagonists in the Christmas story faced loneliness, rejection, anxiety, and fear yet risked everything to see God come to earth. They were ordinary people, Joseph, Mary, the shepherds, and the Wiseman. Even the animals got in on the act- welcoming the Son...
Fiction
Bella Maps the Road to Freedom 3
Constance remembered when she first knew that she wanted to sing opera. The family was gathered around the family radio when a shock of electricity entered the room. They had been listening to reports about WWII; they breathlessly hoped for good news that would end...
Bella Maps the Road to Freedom 2
Here's an excerpt from my book trailer of Bella Maps the Road to Freedom. Matthew, Bella’s teenage cousin, thinks that he is already a man. While he listens to Great-Great Grandpa Guy’s encounter with the Ku Klux Klan, his opinion may change. As the circuit riding...
Bella Maps the Road to Freedom
Here's to the pioneer spirit of Marian Anderson and Leotyne Price. Enjoy this excerpt from Bella Maps the Road to Freedom. Artwork By Jo Scott. “Constance smoothed her black recital dress. Leaning over, she dusted the grime from her patent leather pumps. First...
Blog
Holes In The Ground
Enjoy this faith-building tale. Where we often see impossibility, that’s the greatest place to grow faith. This short moral tale is part of an ongoing series – the brain child of John-Henry Burnett and part of the arts ministry at Worcester Gemeente Church. Artwork...
Cat’s Cradle
Have you ever seen a cat’s cradle? It is a children’s game that is played with strings. You take the strings in your hand and you pull them apart and they make a unique formation. Then another friend tries to put his hand through the cat’s cradle without getting...
Dreams
The Lord has been speaking to me about understanding how to interpret our dreams. Recently I have had a series of dreams and they all seem to be saying the same thing. The reality is that what the dream seemed to indicate would happen did not come to fruition. These...