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
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
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...
Easter Morn’ Toast
The preacher growledlike a lionbiting at his whipThe Holy Spiritwas astirrringand he was about to let it rip. Then up from his gutcame a soundthat nothin’ this side of Hellcould keep down. He said,“the Lord rose on Easter morn’we know its the truthwith all power in...
Fiction
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