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Author of the Month


There have been many talented writers on my mother’s side of the family. I have several cousins who are very creative with a pen, and aunts and uncles alike who have written beautiful songs, poems, and stories. I’ve often heard that the Loy’s were excellent storytellers, and I guess it’s true because I always did love listening to my uncles spin a tale or two. However, one aunt influenced me more than others to love words, her name was Sophia Alberta, and I wanted to dedicate my Author of November to her.

Most every year during the summer, my Aunt Sophia and Uncle Warren would come to spend a few days in Kentucky with my family, and it was always a treat. My aunt would always bring me books, but even better than that, she would sneak me off to a bedroom, and we would sprawl across the bed, me wide-eyed and excited and her making a more significant impact on my young life than she probably ever realized. Sophia brought tantalizing titles I’d never heard of before, like Where the Sidewalk Ends, Where the Wild Thing Are, Puff the Magic Dragon,’ and The Cat and the Hat. She read poetry and stories that kept my imagination soaring, and I loved it. I loved her. For a moment, every summer, I felt very special. I guess it’s no mistake that she was a member of the Friends of the Library Committee that worked to build a new Ypsilanti District library. Books continued to be her passion.

Sophia had a love of education. Once her children were grown, she entered Washtenaw Community College and went on to Eastern Michigan University, where she earned a B.A. in Political Science in 1988 at the age of 54. Sophia was a published poet and wrote a column for The Saline Reporter.

I wanted to share a couple of her poems from a book she wrote called The Remembering Quilt. While reading through the book, it was hard to narrow it down to just a couple of poems because they are so well written and full of wisdom. I hope you will enjoy the pieces I have selected.



Beauty is never fast.

It grows

Tall, slim, and white

In aspens and birches.

Pointing its green-tipped fingers

Toward the vast blue sky,

It stretches its strong, white arms

Silently, slowly beautifying.


Beauty is never dull.

It shows

Red, purple, and gold

In tulips, asters, and chrysanthemums.

Soaking up warmth from the sun,

It miraculously colorizes.


Beauty is never shy.

It frolics

In autumn trees,

Splashing each leaf with a gay hue,

Spilling red, orange, and gold

From its bushel of loveliness.


Beauty is never gone.

It stays

In white, silvery snow

Painting lake, land, and roof,

Catching golden shimmers from the sun,

Forever beautifying.


Lady Poverty

 In the dim light, I see her flabby mouth.

It sneers at one corner

Revealing her few decayed teeth,

A string of gray dirty hair

Hangs across her dull eyes,

Her colorless face is creased with wrinkles.

On her bent head sits an old hat

With a hole in the top.

Each time she fills my bowl

She wipes her bony, dirty hands

On her ragged stained apron,

I taste the thin soup;

A sickness rises in my throat.

Just as her sharp cold fingers clutch my arm,

I awaken to the pounding of my heart

And the shadows of the night.



Subdivision Sunset

 A subdivision sunset

Spills its splendor

Against a lot of square

Subdivision houses

Where inside a lot of fathers

Read black and white newspapers

And a lot of mothers fix

Bloody hamburgers,

While a lot of children

Watch square t.v.’s

In square rooms,

Not ever seeing

The round beauty of a

Subdivision sunset

Turning its color channel

Then hanging out the stars.



What is This?

 Songs of praise jumping off the stained glass windows,

Spirituality activated by walls.

Is this heaven?


Passive people slumping for inspiration,

Another Sunday dialogue.

Is this guidance?


Hymns such as, “Onward Christian Soldiers,”

Inspire the good people of this Nuclear Age.

Is this peace?


A few crumbs offered to the starving children

Out of the horn of plenty.

Is this compassion?

Judge not, said the peace-loving Christ,

But as long as Americans proclaim the Godhead

And buy the warheads,

There will be few swords beaten into plowshares.


Sophia Alberta (Loy) Wheelock

Born: Sat., Jul. 7, 1934

Died: Sun., Feb. 9, 2014


Tekoa Manning is the author of two fictional works, Walter the Homeless Man, and Polishing Jade. She is also the author of several inspirational teaching books including her devotional Thirsting for Water, and Blow a Trumpet in Tekoa, a more in-depth study of the Biblical Feasts. Her popular series, Doctrines of Demons, will be releasing part three during the summer of 2019. These books uncover a plethora of man-made doctrines that have crept in overtime, including heaven, hell, and satan. Manning has been featured numerous times on Hebrew Nation Radio, as well as Messianic Lamb Radio. She has won several awards for her pen, including the Kentuckiana Metroversity poetry prize for Women's History. Her historical fiction was accepted to the Kentucky Book Fair in 2015. Tekoa is a lover and devoted student of God's Word. She is an active blogger whose words help bring healing to the sick, downcast, and those suffering from a broken heart. Manning is a lover of dreams and gifted in the area of interpretation. She is the mother of three sons, one grandson, and the wife of a retired police chief. Tekoa and her husband reside in a small town in Kentucky where the deer roam free.

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