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April 07, 2008

Steadfast Spirit

Recalling the lingos of many hymns, songs and choruses I used to sing, shout and chant at the top of my lungs, vernaculars of vespers that I could carry a tune to that my heart and mind were trying to translate; I wonder now, why I was not more confused!

‘Though the cross be great, I’ll work for you…now, in hindsight, I ask myself for whom!
That saves a wretch like me! Moi? I am a wretch! I could not handle that one at all. It seemed to make my quest to fit in to God’s Flock, a curse
I’ll never deserve dadatdatdadt
Look with pity upon me…that’s it! pity party for the rest of my days …you gotta be joeking, I mean joking!

Memorizing is one thing; unconsented, uncontested hypnosis with ulterior motives is another.

Words in and of themselves take on a whole new meaning based on the experiencer, experiencee; in other words its origin, the speakers/readers state of mind and the grand schema of contextual diction.

Where oblivion makes it obvious to want to make people believe that ignorance is bliss and bless and not thinking for themselves is a treat of treats from the heavens, then damage of blessings is inevitable. Restoring true meaning and realigning intention with action for greatest good is evitable.

Considering the meltdown and buildup of vernacular: family- from generation to generation, culture-from region to region, religion- from denomination to denomination, social- from laws to mores, confusion is nothing new, old or in any hurry to go away; it is therefore to be used as a catalyst to wean lives and souls from the hold of the fear called ignorance and transform it to love of knowing!

That, for sure, requires a steadfast spirit to endure the tug of war-tug of peace encounters and puts back purity in polarity! Why was I not more confused!

Tunes like,
Bless the lord oh my soul
I wan to know, everybody wants to know
God is good, so good to me
Amazing Grace- yes Amazing Grace and it is well with my soul- they have taken on a whole new meaning in my schema- I guess that what meekness does!
A Mighty Fortress is our God, became chaperons and cheerleaders as needed... that's why I was not more confused!

Amen, Amen; Hallelujah- Amen… Hallelujah, Hallelujah- Amen!

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