Author Tekoa Manning

I’m a Girl Named Something!

I am Something A human soul Growing old No longer standing up straight But in my younger days, I turned my face toward the sun Now I’m bowing my head like wheat An aged sunflower drinking in the heat One that’s had her day to dance One that used to have a bright yellow Vibrance... Continue Reading →

I Have a Million Questions, Do You?

I have a million questions, do you? How often do we truly meditate and ask the difficult questions? Picture your whole existence being a treasure map and you following the clues to the prize. Most of us wake up in the morning with a routine. We have a hot or cold morning beverage, get children... Continue Reading →

A Girl Named Nothing

  I feel like nothing A blob A splatter of ink evaporated Less than a piece of dryer lint Nonexistent Hypnotized by nothing A senseless meme An appendage with a screen No ability to sing Or scream Or cry or pray Or dance Or swear Or see Or hear Or heal No zeal No perspiration... Continue Reading →

Vulnerability and Suffering

I am stepping out of my comfort zone to share with you a personal story concerning my journey with gastroparesis. This is difficult for me as an author who teaches and speaks life, but lives in pain. Part of the recent move to Florida was to revisit the specialists at the Mayo Clinic. We just... Continue Reading →

The Metaverse, Manna, Bananas, and Wrestling

The Metaverse is a new coming technology. Facebook Inc will invest $50 million to partner with organizations to responsibly build the so-called metaverse. In this digital world, people can use different devices to move and communicate in a virtual environment. The money used to buy property in this metaverse world of the new Facebook is... Continue Reading →

“I see,” Said the Blind Man

  We have five senses: sight, touch, taste, smell, and hearing. Moses died at 120, but we read that his vision was not dim. (Duet. 34:7). There are so many stories about eyes in the Bible that it would be hard to cover them. We would have to begin with the first chapter of Genesis... Continue Reading →

Ruth Speaks, A Poem by Tekoa Manning

  Ruth speaks: Won’t you cover me? Boaz cover your רות with your skirts. Even if it hurts. Heavenly blue. 613 blossoms that bloom. Won’t your Ruth cover you? As your etzer Kenegdo.   Can you spread your garment over me? And clothe me in dignity? Wrap me in your strength, And guard me from... Continue Reading →