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

Mama’s Gone

Mama’s Gone

This poem is dedicated to all those who have lost their mothers and are experiencing grief on this Mother's Day. I especially send this poem out to my cousins who are motherless. My mother is the last of her female siblings.Mama’s goneand the phoneno longer rings....

Her Name Is Mama

Her Name Is Mama

Let's celebrate the excellent mother. Extol her worthArtwork by Jo Scott"She is clothed with strength and dignity;She speaks with wisdom,and faithful instruction is on her tongue.She watches over the affairs of her householdand does not eat the bread of idleness.Her...

Mama Economics

Mama Economics

Here’s a poem that reminds us about how mothers keep the world spinning Tell her how much you appreciate her.Artwork by Jo ScottMama knew how to stretchBeans and rice,Chicken and dumplings,Cornbread and beans,in times both tough and lean. Take to the scrub boardto...

Fiction

Bella Maps the Road to Freedom 3

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

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

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

Cat’s Cradle

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

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...

Ghostbusters

Ghostbusters

The soul is rather sneaky. It's like a sly wily beast and it will do whatever is necessary to survive. The soul is both a friend and an enemy-a true frenemy. When we are younger, the soul hides its wounds through compartmentalization and disassociation and other such...

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