Spoken word by the spiritual poet

This poetic thought was written 20 years ago.  It was all inspired by a series of events which included then President Bill Clinton’s scandal with Monica Lewinsky,  Reverend Jesse Jackson acting as his spiritual adviser with his own marital affairs at the time which became breaking news later, Catholic Church’s sexual abuse scandal, indigenous native American’s quarantined on reservations and ongoing racial disparity, “One Strike” rule and mass incarceration.  Fast forward 20  years later, we have another alleged sexual scandal with President Donald Trump.  Moreover, white nationalist party and white supremacy is on the rise, challenging educational institutions’ mascot named after native Americans, challenging public display of the confederate flag and monuments which honor prominent confederates who fought against the Union is ongoing.  Last but not least, heightened racial tensions from deadly use of force against black lives and people of color, standing or kneeling to America’s National Anthem as the alleged ultimate sign of allegiance, and “Live your truth” mantra is on the rise.

America is desperately in need of prayer at the local and national level.

“The Young Nation, She Has Fallen“

“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands one nation under God indivisible with liberty and justice for all.”

If the souls of the Founding Fathers could be exhumed from the tomb of time, there would be weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. The autopsy would reveal the toxic sting of death and venomous victory of the grave in all its power could not cleans their sin sick soiled souls and heinous hands from their acts of bloodguilt in the land of the living. Their grievous cry, bitter than the waters of Marah haunts history’s hallway for remission of sin did not come through death’s dark door. Compelled to face the beast, the yoke of their sins passed on to the fifth and sixth generation, they look aghast at its immense image. Renting their robes in unbelief, they groan from the gut wrenching heartache, brokenness and pain induced from the heap upon heaps of carnage souls that litter eternity’s memory lane. Now they see themselves not as the pious Pilgrims but as the perilous predators that stocked the bloody shores of Canaan’s land.

It was here that the earth drank to its fill the blood of Canaan’s indigenous people as souls were severed asunder by sabers and swords of Babylon’s freedom fighters. Stolen from the tribe of the Apache ten thousand upon thousands, Comanche ten thousand upon thousands, Cherokee ten thousand upon thousands, Wampanoag ten thousand upon thousands, Sioux ten thousand upon thousands, Shoshonean ten thousand upon thousands, Cheyenne ten thousand upon thousands, and alas, even the kin of Canaan the people of the sun, million upon millions. Great is the guilt of the Founding Fathers and greater still is the strain of sin in the soul of their offspring.

The silk white stripes of sanctity kiss the crimson red of revolution’s blood and are sawn to boundless blue skies with shooting stars of saintly states. Today, her allegiance to the flag is all but a fleeting thought and nostalgic moment now narcissistic, toxic and septic with self-absorption. That which once sailed high on the pole of pride and hung at half-mast with honesty is trodden down under hooves of hopelessness and hate. It is torched by fomenting fury, fanned by fear and dragged through streets of independence in the name of free speech, free press and free preference. Singed to ashes, the soulless soot of cremation, whisks away in a widowed world without end. In place of the prideful pole stripped of its sovereign shawl, stands its stark silhouette against the swelling sea of separatists. The half-mast of honesty no longer soars with sovereignty for it has been broken by brutes and has become the harbinger of humiliation. The spirit of allegiance cowed by crookedness and crucified by cowards, bows in defeat as they pledge allegiance in worship to their debase desires of dark deeds.

Her shepherds once looked on as icons of faith have fallen to fathoms of filth as wages for falsehood. Their hearts prone to wander no longer bound by fetters of grace; strays from the Way and have become the wooly white wolves of winter that hide themselves in the virgin snow of God’s Word. Their hearts are unhealthy and the lamp unto their souls that once burned with holy fear has been doused with darkness. Alas, blinded by betrayal, their nakedness becomes the national news of the nation and all will know by press, the precious babes brought to them at birth for blessing would years later be broken by breach of trust. They defiled the dedication, stole their souls at birth and bridled their brokenness with the bread of benevolence. Their acts have all but struck the name of their God from the press and prayer now pardoned for pro-choice the pagans are prepped and poised for profanity, polygamy and pornography. Now given the libertine license by example, the polluted pagan people prostitute themselves in the penthouse of perversity. They say, “The seers have sanctioned our acts and though their garments are white as snow underneath there is deep darkness. They speak from a forked tongue, reprobate mind and an adulterous heart lead them to the arena of apostasy.”  Like a lose women, from the soul of her feet to the crown of her head corruption rottenness to the recess of her righteousness abounds. Now every word that proceeds out of her mouth falls to the ground for there is no spirit in them. She no longer is called the House of Bethel but the House of Beth-Aven a nation that is far from under God. As the young nation, she has fallen.