AT THE CROSSROADS OF CHANGE...

On the wings of tilme, we have soared---

from the canyons of history---to the horizon

of new beginnings.

Animating from the clefs of struggle,

was heard a creak in the door of time---

Was seen, a spiraling light splitting darkness---

A liberty coming since the foundation of the world:

nothing can stop the coming of dawn, nor hold the night

in suspended aniation.

 

Here, at the crossroads of change, we stand; evolutionary

evidence of steadfastness: not an endangered species---

protected---nor predator, but survivors of present vicissitudes!

 

Long and arduous has been the trecherous journey; 

blood debts remain.  New generations must arise

to discover the wastline beginning of their rising---

Least they fail to realize who and whose they are.

 

Today, fossilized bones speak volumes 

of the feats of our ancestors.

Were not our kingdoms beyond all measures?

Were we not in the beginning as were

the seeded fruits of the Garden of Eden?

 

No longer shkould we fear who and whose we are:

body and soul, marvelously made!

From creation's womb, were we spewed---riding

on the waves of change---a jubilee journey

coming to destiny's end---initiating new beginnings

in this land of promises made.

 

Yes, we can and will be the legacy of the seeds

our ancestors sowed and watered with the blood

that gave birth to new roots.

So let the blood flow of remembrance ruminate

upon the the historical stage---a new stage---scenes

of no Shakespearean tragedy nor Othello-like demises;

a stage whose curtaincall will echo:  all is well...all is good.