2010 NOTES IN BLACK HISTORY
CONFESSIONS OF THE SCRIBE
Peace be unto you. There were many days as I liveth that I wished that I did not have to bring certain questions up for review. However as the pains came so did the sweet sorrow of obedience as the Spirit moved.
No one ran for office, political or otherwise in this camp. Family, friends and associates that embraced the world also came and went. The silence of space and unspoiled solitude was the way of the scribe.
Some One Will See Now As God Sees All
The road was often lonely but there was
much company in the comfort of the Spirit.
There were also days well spent as much
work was done in the silence of soft talking
trees as bright colored flowers filled the air.
John asks hard questions as he looked all
around. He held no questions in immunity
as he felt no prejudice for race, family or
friends. How just how could man advance if
he shunned certain questions?
He knew not what the inquiry would bring.
There was even a scientific inquiry even for
the Social Scientist. However as he groomed his
skills and reached the Spiritual ranks he saw even
Given a task, call and commission he obeyed
the way of the Wind. He also basked in the Sun
as there was always a time for peace and comfort
as his heart moved on free-will. Meanwhile there
was always a Gate Keeper.
Nothing was invisible to the saints who saw the moving
tree limbs that gently swayed and danced in the transition
of the air. He knew that God was there and He looked
down as he looked up. This was and is good.
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