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Oh Yes: It Is Well

OH YES...IT IS WELL... I now know you as you are known to be known---as in the beginning when wisdom posited riveting pellets of revelations strengthening fertile minds---etching fearless determinations---bounding the oneness of mind so essential to survival. I now know you as you are known to be known---and no false claims of Armageddon can excuse you from you inhuman genocidal deeds. No capricious apology or innate fear can generate a forgive---forget syndrome. Remember to remember that Judas was and is---forgiven: for Truth---never forgotten nor desired to be---is his deed. May God forgive me for allowing you to freely rape and abuse peace, love and justice. May The Supreme forgive me for allowing myself to drink the wine of deceit and bite into the fruit of fear---to forget to remember: you cannot love the tree and hate its roots; that you cannot fight wars in the name of peace; cannot build justice and equanimity on a foundation of injustice. To forgive and forget? May The Most High forever forgive me and never forget to remind me of the profound effect my fears--- veiled, shadowed choice that I have had to make: Relentlessly springing into fiery actions when not needed; failing to initiate community actions when I knew I should. I now know you as you were known to be known: hate---the fraternal abortion from the belly of the womb; the un-sanctified one--- Indeed, with satanic blades you may murderously cut down briefly the tender trees of the Garden of The Most High; but remain powerless to uproot the ever anchored and growing roots of our supreme beginnings here: in this wayward land that is bequeathed us. Indeed, in Amazing Grace…shall we still rise…rise… and rise again; and may our portion be to hear and echo: well done…well done…all is well.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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