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
Disposable Things
This poem is autobiographical. My uncle, Roosevelt Green, aka, Ninny was a slender, handsome man. Born sixth of eleven children, he most physically resembled my grandfather. After losing my grandfather, Uncle Roosevelt lived in my parents’ home. He was more a big...
Who welcomed you?
One of our greatest fears revolves around rejection. The need for welcome and reception are central to feeling accepted, knowing that we belong. But we were empowered to do that most important work ourselves- to welcome ourselves to this alien world.Who welcomed...
Tending My Soul
Sometimes, your very soul needs to breathe. Is there an app for that? Well, there is a poem for it. Enjoy.Tending my soullike the small potted Daffodil on kitchen ledgewhile the Bougainvillea outdoorsplurges and spills over the white washed walls into warm afternoon...
Fiction
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