A Black man

The father of ancient America: that’s a beautiful piece, that the card said he molded us out of sticky black clay, and he’s destroyed a many of civilizations far greater than America, for she shall also have her day, for those who follow the ancient way of old Egypt and came to believe in the lord of Abraham, and that their Lord and his Lord was one all-knowing and creating. He, the Lord, wills with a raindrop from a cloud tumbling to Earth to create that black mud. The thought of a seed and where it came from, that image, that makes me in the likeness of you; the power of thought, that mathematical improbability, that ability to imagine and create things we teach each other by the pen. The love within our hearts, who put it there? That spirit, the soul of what we know to be true and deep within us, that we all seek the Lord internally, until the day we are called home, and the trumpet is blown. The truth of one universe, one God and Lord shall be known. Who will be on the rocky track, going up and looking down of those who say, I thought it would be me, not you. Some water, would you please? The Lord said, no water shall you receive this day, for this day, like everyday, belongs to the Lord, the God of Abraham, and that ancient Black woman of America, that’s a beautiful piece and so we dream.