You can throw me down beneath my homeland
The earth beckoning my bony flesh
Glorified and holy as the stable creche
There I will deny your victory fresh
As I bloom again within my familial heartland
You thought me shallow, but I am buried deep
within the tributaries of river roots overflow
deep enough to honor the woman of indigo
I raise my fertile froth as surging archipelago
As I rise in my power, return to your garden to weep.
We are gathered here today in peace
We honor the truth of the word love
We strive together to build a better community
To promote and create our neighborhood
That takes care of one another through
Respect, compassion, courage, and vision.
For anybody that would not honor our covenant
We will lead them by our actions to the light of love in your name.
Hear our prayer so that we may be one people, your people.
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The moldy crust of forgiveness lay on your counter forgotten.
When I first baked it, brought it to your table, broke bread with you
We ate with greedy abandon. The suggestion of freedom beamed
like a hearth fire we’d built together, but you abandoned our haven
Though guilt didn’t lay a head on my pillow, nor did shame,
I wonder if you ever wonder about whatever we became
I built my oven with encouragement towards success
You kept blowing out the embers, dumping water on the heat
Leaving my bread unleavened, flat, and eventually, I also left.
I eat my dinner, more than bread, at the table of successful abundance
I hope, someday, you will understand what I gave to you
in that warmly baked, love filled loaf of doughy comfort food.
Tornadic bursts of clarity that light the path so long hidden
Lightning flashes of dervish danced love now bidden
The dialect is moving my feet forward, but
the roots had to reach ancestral proportions
to stretch closer to the stars without distortion.
Outreached hands grip, grasp, climb the galaxies
as Terraria celebrates the gateway rendered of fallacies
Although precarious in balance, it’s to advantage giv’n
that tornadic bursts of clarity pursue the debris forgiven
If I’d only known the cost
hard earned wisdom would be lost
And I would never gain the power
to release the anger bitter-sour