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The winter of our discontent is over,
the Merciful God of the oppressed
has seen to the de-icing of our hued souls;
and the blossoming essence of our liberation.
The grapes of spring are plentiful
and the heat of the sun is upon them
but they must not be allowed to become
like raisins wrinkled in the winds of time.
Hued grapes of wrath they are;
plump and ripe; their juices ready
for the fermenting of sweet freedom
of man-child children in the promised land.
Today the purpose of our purple color
comes full circle as new vines rise
with their eyes watching God—singing
songs of Solomon with spring rain voices.
Today’s spring harvest will yield new seeds
germinating fruits—infused and immune
to fungal whitewashing and viral deceit.
Its spring time and lush ripe Lenten grapes
wait to be as fine wine in the season
of new life—discerning and understanding
the thirst of the historical season they are in.
Yes, those that are young may grow weak,
but the Elders are the tilted Nile Crescent soils
to nourish them to purpose—[that]…“ they will rise
on wings like eagles…run and not get weary…
[that] they [may] walk and not grow weak.”
Oh, the Elders have climbed the watchtower
of the struggle, and have seen the lightning
and heard the thundering echoes—giving
answers to their weathering complaints.
Today’s spring harvest is indeed plentiful;
and we few reapers must get to reaping
What is to come will no longer seem slow,
but will surely come and be true in due season.
Resurrection
of us and whose
we are will certainly take its place
and it will not be
delayed.
Sage village reapers…let us be mindful,
trustful, and true to our testament of hope:
“To have faith is to be sure of things we hope for,
to be certain of the things we cannot see...” Faith
brings the Harvest; let the Reapers Rejoice and Be Glad.
