IN AND OF SPELLBOUNDING AWARENESS
Pondering the journey,
It was as if God had
Put a spell on us
Until reality revealed
The truth of glorifying
Awareness of holy blessings
Of faithful determination
To mount the bucking
Stallion of oppression
And break out
Of the shackled corral
That fenced us in,
Without justice, equanimity,
And freedom,
Giving the devil power
To abort laboring birth
Of our liberation:-
Enlightened, we‘re now galloping,
With charioting forces
Over mountains, rivers, and seas,
Roping and challenging
All past and present vestiges,
Of that particular institution
That once imprisoned
Our ancestors,
And we shall no longer
Be victims of the shadowed spell
Cast upon us
By the devil’s wickedness,
For we are freed
From his mental shackles
And now control
Our own destiny
To justice and
Liberty:-
Indeed, “...a new natural mystic
Is blowing..."
And we are breathing
The air of its liberation,
Energized and directed
With audacious power—
Within and without—
To demonstrate and prove
That our Black Lives Matter
To us and the world;
For a new day
Is upon the horizon
With the rising sun
Arching Earth’s skies
With rainbowing liberation:-
So, wake up, America!
A new mystic air is blowing,
And there is no mountain
So high
Or valley so
Low
Where bigotry
Racism and fascism
Can hide or abide:
Where the air is filled
With awareness,
Peace and love,
Fools of darkness,
And oppression,
Cannot breathe:-
On earth, God rules,
Heals and chastises,
Leaving fools roaming aimlessly
In the confusion down yonder:
Unmasked in the heated slime
And fumes of His retribution:-
Thus, let us not be spellbound,
But nourish in the wisdom of
Of the truth: “Be not deceived;
God is not mocked…whatsoever
A man soweth, that shall he reap.”
Let us continue to struggle
With audacious, triumphant faith
With our eyes stayed on the prize—
Sipping from the saucer of grace—
As our cup of grace continues to overflow
From generation to generation to come:-