On the Break of a New Dawn

ON THE BREAK OF A NEW DAWN In the still of night we contemplate the dawn of a day when we shall be free of the mind games shadowing liberation sustained by generations whose lives were put on hold: lives often ending in holes. The chiming moments of the shades of night strike nerves playing blues/jazz/gospels awakening dormant minds to the un-televised revolution whose seeds were sown in the youth of fertile convoluted brain matter. Each stilled night, in its season, generates new revelations revealing the I am because they are the steady black bridges spanning over the paths that with blood had been watered… Steady black bridges over which we have crossed over on. Yet, despite the toils and tribulations of these ancestor travelers, we’ve forgotten the blood debt to be paid. Now is the time to let Jordan Roll like the rolling thunder that follows the flashing lightening! Now is the time to grasp the baton the torch bearers have passed on to us; and pursue the dream’s vision to the reality that must be. The fathers and mothers who have gone before us, must not wallow in sunken graves of disappointment. Indeed the ball is now in our court and now is the time. Let us lay up new legacies for those in the darkness of wombs; let us lay up new legacies that they may follow the light of a new day…dawning with the power of the Lion of Judah! Now is the time; yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late. Now is the time: People get ready…there’s a train a’coming…