She ran… then she picked up her pace. The sounds of bloodhounds in the distance —in pursuit. She quickened her strides —they were after her.
There was no path— briers covered her garments branches slashed her ankles. At night, mosquitoes would draw her blood still~~~She ran.
In the evening, the North star pointed the way. By day, she covered the banks along side the river.
She fell to her knees when her captors drew near… “Show me God”…”You brought me this far.” She walked into the water… She never swam a stroke in her life.
The waters rose —to her knees —to her hips —to her shoulders.
She trusted and she crossed.
The visions she had— Were they from the blows to her head She ‘saw’ what was yet to come— She was haunted by the memories of her family being carried off, sold… Why? Because of the color of their skin?
She ran… making her way to freedom. BUT, she was shackled within knowing her people were enslaved.
Back she went… When she was told she should NOT because it was too dangerous, she refused to listen.
She listened to the voice speaking to her… Her God said, “Go, FREE my people.”
She fled ‘back’ into a villainous landscape where persons used/misused the Scriptures to ‘possess’ lives. Her God would not hold ‘kin’ to that~~~ THAT way would NOT lead ALL to the Promised Land.
Her God led all people, all things, all seasons to lands flowing with Milk & Honey.
Yet, history has a way of repeating itself.
We are all One… MANY believe this true.
Yet, there are still systems at work religions intertwined ‘laying’ down the voice of the gods they see themselves to be.
The same voices that passed (Fugitive Slave Act, 1850) the law allowing slave owners to return and reclaim their run-away property.
Again—she ran. Others ran beside her. She went back for the sake of OTHERS… For the freedom of others… this was her ONLY reason… her greatest gain.
Segregated still— she gathered her people like a mother hen.
She led them into battle, to fight for freedom.
Violence was NOT her nature— The scars of slavery, like roots, thread through her people’s skin. She would NOT allow tomorrow’s children and their children to carry those stripes.
Harriet— in which direction do we run today?
Spirit calling Harriet— lead the way Woman, daughter, sister of God.
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I SEE the window. I know what is ‘inside.’ Metaphorically, I was born between the pews.
At a young age, I was always drawn to the window— the light from ‘outside’ stained the glass in colors not a single word could convey.
I cannot give you a day, an hour when it happened but, somehow the glass shattered and I climbed out from ‘inside.’
I let go of everything except what I carried within—beating aloud.
Now, now that I am out I see someone has repaired the window… better yet, it has been replaced.
Wouldn’t want anyone sayin,’ “Another Gone.”
So, here I am on this sidewalk—
So many beside me.
Maybe ‘we’ are the broken pieces the light shines through
because from out here we are ‘in’ the dwelling place where not a ‘single’ One left out or restrained.
I have found heaven… it has been here all along.
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As the first chime begins to clang~~~ the coloring of the dawn ‘high-lights’ the sound.
A sweet caress of a face born anew.
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Sometimes I can sit for hours and the only words that caress the paper— the point of a pen… the rest ‘paint’ a picture…
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You have held the day casting light chasing away shadows.
You begin your descent giving way to the night.
The sounds of the ocean loud and fierce— I can no longer SEE the curl of the wave into the shore. Yet, I hear it crash.
Closing my eyes, I am lulled to sleep sweet dreams of light comforted like a blanket
in night’s fall.
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