The Promise

THE PROMISE... Been said and is always true; the truth knocked down and crushed to the ground will always rise again and again: so must we---now. No longer in these times that try our souls, can we be like hewed portions of humanity laying along a mildewy path of progress. Get up Brotha! Get up Sistha! It's today---not tomorrow that awaits our rising... We are but mere tasters of the milk and honey; let us not forget the pursuit of the source. It's not for us to yet seat ourselves at the banquet table; but to labor on---struggling and preparing the feast table for generations who are yet to come to fullness of the promise: The moving cloud---having moved---continues beyond the mountain top---to hover above the fertile valley below; and we are destined to receive that which He's promised to bestow.