An Allegory To Free At Last

An anchored statue can no longer be a metaphor for liberty; like-wise neither can unbalanced scales be a matching simile for justice— and a cracked bell whose sound has been eviscerated will never ring out freedom. Broken chains dangling from the wrist cuffs of outstretched hands do not symbolize liberation; and the split in the veil fails to reveal the deception in the utterance of “We hold these truths to be…” The metaphoric chorus of deceit must be met like-wise with the metaphoric chorus of truth is the light— which can’t be chiseled from stone. True light can’t be forged from furnace metals teased in Dante-like flames… the truth is the light and the light of truth is as the sun—everlasting. We are people of light and like its companion waters, we’re people of blood… lightning…thunder… and must liberate ourselves as such—opening the minds’ eyes and ears of our children to the light…to the thunder… and roaring liberation… all raining down into freedom’s sea— evaporating the (in) from injustice! As is the sea…so must we be… with eyes and ears stayed on the prize—screaming choruses of blood, sweat, and tears— creating clouds of hope that will let freedom rain down in the light first spoken into existence by Him who has never failed us. Come let us name it…claim it… collect it: our liberated humanity… our precious God-given grace.