When What's The Probem Is You...

Sojourning through life,

we live and die---

In between, we seek triumph.

Yesterday, we let our children slip

away to lands of self perpetuated confusion.

Today they wander in a mindless inertia:

surfing wicked tides of self destruction.

Their chiseled, stone faces

wear frozen frowns as they stand

motionless in the vortex of fleeing time---

Imaging whining sheep on an altar of despair:

waiting deliverance through their fathers’ faith.

Who will become the new Abraham of our children?

Who will become the light for them to see and be---

our yesterday, today and tomorrow’s eternity?

Come brethren, with the yeast of undying love,

let us kneed the evolutionary dough of our humanity;

that our children may become the leavened spirits:

Raising the dream deferred;

that it not be denied its resurrected reality.