Fearless and Brave
A man for all seasons
Left us so many reasons
To cry, To laugh
You’ve come and
Given us a compass
Planted within us
a perspicacious prose
written in a tongue the heart only knows
Now you’ve left us
with mouths wide open shut
With a longing, and indefinable stirring of gut
We want to reclaim you
But you say no
“I’ve given you enough”
Madiba Madiba – it’s true
You’ve Left us in disguise
Something Stronger Than Pride
We heard the sound of gates
Flung wide open as they lifted up their heads
To let you in
We saw the silent nod
From your Maker
And we understood
Mover and Shaker
Of the Earth
Minus Twenty Seven
Equals the lifetime
It took To fulfill the Book
about you and
Who Fashioned you in love
And sent you from eternity
With an open Love letter
Written and imprinted by a sacred Hand
We’ve read and We understand
All the writings on the wall of your prison cell
You were sent....
Like a conquering soldier
You've Left us.....
To tell The perpetual Love Story
Of the fearless and the brave
Tribute to Madiba
Way across the Green
Keen attention to dots of colors
Flowers of joy and peace rising
Taking you miles from the task at hand
Land staking claim to skull and bones
Moans and groans intermingle with squeaks and screeches
Speeches of hope and eternal rest
Breast full of pain and sorrow
Tomorrow still to come
But, today demands your attention,
Pretensions will never quite fully
Dull the sounds of the Pulley
But, try as it may,
Can never fully
Place in its hold
The soul of the unencumbered spirit rising
Our conversation progressed in its deep ascent towards the philosophical construct of Truth. Yes, that truth that we were told as children to speak and speak it well cost it what it will. My cousin, by the way, has never lost the childlike knack for speaking Truth with clarity and precision. Thankfully she never developed those adult censors we all have, but at the same time she has a laser like sensor for what people need to hear at just the right time. ( This is her gift and purpose). We were giggling about how Jesus always spoke the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the Truth and how in talking with the pharisees about themselves, the truth is all that Jesus had to tell, even though it hurt like hell.
Some times its hard to decide on what you will believe your eyes or your spirit. Yes we sometimes struggle earnestly with what our spirit is trying to tell us- It can be a struggle to dim the din of our internal voices. Not to mention the din of external crises such as the CNN report on the San Francisco Asiana Airlines crash that caught our attention literally mid sentence as we sat on my living room couch. There will always be Breaking News arresting our attention, demanding our participation, but we must befriend silence in order to find a compass. As we sat together and watched the news in silent disbelief we both knew in our spirits that we were watching a miracle unfold.
I won't bore you with much more of our conversation, but one of the last and most important things we talked about is the need for our young girls and boys to have a mentor in their lives. Once we have done the hard work of working on ourselves by dutifully showing up for our own life classes, then its time to reach back into our communities and give a hand up to girls and boys who were Born to Rise. Reach back to encourage them not to settle for the mediocre, but rather, to elevate the level of their own talk to the realm of wisdom and understanding - mindful of matters of the heart and the mind of God.
I made two subconscious decisions during this 'unscheduled' talk with my cuz. The first one is that, sometimes being too busy for anything, accomplishes nothing. Secondly I am just going to go ahead and START that book club I've been TALKING about. It's Time for us girls to do a BookTalk Rising. Shoot me an email me with suggestions for the title for our first book. Email: Tzpora@stelmosfire.org and be sure to join in the conversation here.
Love and Blessings
Life and death, Love and War, Joy and Pain happening at warp speed… faster than
your pen can fly across the page. YourLife becomes a constant struggle to accurately Capture and Post YourPurpose and existence on the Wall of the Universe.
Frustration sets in and you switch genres in desperation; in an effort to manage the birth pangs of your unfinished story. Your poetry becomes prose; Truth reads like fiction; Your world has come undone.
But wait…. there is that glimmer of somethingness; that insurgency in your soul that cries out and looks back in wonder at the nothingness from whence you came. A soul poised in readiness to receive and accept the comforting overtures made by mother nature. A Soul that embraces those unexpected moments of restoration of faith in human nature... And then…..There’s that soul stirring glimpse of the Mind of your Maker…….
These saving Graces give voice and
Proffer meaning and avenues through the
Provides A Centre that can
The GIST of a story that MUST be
God is in Control.