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To Due Time and Season
TO DUE TIME AND SEASON (APROPOS LESSONS FROM ODYSSEUS) In deep winter womb of mind the heart yet glows with fervent warmth of hope un-died; hope un-denied— in due season to come, faith firmly fitted for the testing. Though life’s winding stairway seem to veil much— we are children of the sun— under which all revelations are reflected yesterday, today and tomorrow’s tomorrows: come let us continue to plow the way. Let us rise and continue to sow pregnant seeds in the fertile rows the struggle has bumped and folded on the face of mother earth; let us continue to mulch the seedlings of our visions in the fields of our dreams: that we may yet reap ripening fruits of our promised emancipation. When the harvest is plentiful so equally must be the reapers that our plow sheds not be abandoned burdens of emptiness ghost dreams left; nor like crack shells that once housed eggs that life left stuck in the mud of fear; rather let us walk the footsteps dried in fear’s mud. Let us not to be the children of Sisyphus; for rocks, like their statues, can’t grow; we are the ebony children of the tree of life— destined not to wander the proverbial desert but to fly to mountain top as on phoenix wings and swooping down in due season into the valley: our mighty talons grasping evil monster of injustice. Indeed, no lie can live forever— the cold winter blast of injustice shall become as ice in the presence of the rising sun coming like Joshua to the walls of Jericho—melting the in leaving justice flowing like a mighty river cascading over into the sea of redemption. so let us not wallow in the weakness of despair; and be not in distress, for in due time we shall be delivered…from lying lips and deceitful tongues…as if by two-headed arrows balancing new scales of justice; the all seeing eye watching from up on high and in due season, surely spring and hope shall usher in freedom, peace and love.
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