![]() ![]() We look at our world and speak the word aloud. Look heavenward and speak the word aloud. We, Angels and Mortal's, Believers and Non-Believers, We shout with glorious tongues at the coming of hope.Īll the earth's tribes loosen their voices We jubilate the precious advent of trust. ![]() To translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.Īt this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ On this platform of peace, we can create a language It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time. How to look beyond complexion and see community. We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian, We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.Ĭome and fill us and our world with your majesty. We beckon this good season to wait a while with us. We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas. Security for our beloveds and their beloveds. But, true Peace.Ī harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies. We listen carefully as it gathers strength. Brightening all things,Įven hate which crouches breeding in dark corridors.Īt first it is too soft. It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets. Hope is born again in the faces of children Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner. The world is encouraged to come away from rancor, Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hopeĪnd singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air. Into this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters, The sky slips low and grey and threatening.ĭoes the covenant you made with us still hold? Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche I am the dream and the hope of the slave.Īnd lightning rattles the eaves of our houses. love liberates.”īringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, i would like to be near you, i would like to have your arms around me i would like to have your voice in my ear but thats not possible now, i love you so go. i love you if you're in china, i love you if you're across town, i love you if you're in harlem, i love you. and i went back to my house, and something said go back- i was in my pajamas, i jumped in my car and ran and the nurse said "she just gone". you were a piss poor mother of small children but a you were great mother of young adults, and if you need permission to go, i liberate you". you were a great worker, you must've been a great lover cause a lot of men and if I'm not wrong maybe a couple of woman risked their lives to love you. so in her last days, i said "i understand some people need permission to go… as i understand it you may have done what god put you here to do. she deserved a great daughter and she got one. and when she was finally in extemis, she was on oxygen and fighting cancer for her life and i remembered her liberating me, and i said i hoped i would be able to liberate her, she deserved that from me. she had emphysema and lung cancer, i brought her to my home. and when she was in her final sickness i went out to san francisco and the doctor said she had 3 weeks to live, i asked her "would you come to north carolina?" she said yes. she liberated me to life, she continued to do that. ![]()
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