Marching with the Wall Street Occupiers

(Wednesday, October 5, 2011)

Marching against the great divide
Separating the haves
From the have nots
Being squeezed outside
Who may be “the 99%”
But who will not relent
In speaking out against those in the
Executive chairs
Who allow, and participate in
“Robbing the middle-class to pay the rich”
Those who profit from greed
And dirty misdeeds
And our “politicians who reign as
The priesthoods of capitalization.”

They put their feet to the plow
To march in protest
Against the inequality
And discrimination by the well-fed
Fatted cows;
To proclaim Justice
Is the American declaration
Written in the sands of time
On our side
Of independence

To forge ahead
As a united people
For a more perfect union
Of government formed
For the people
And by the people.

Read the writing on the wall –
“Invest in people and education”
For the good of all.
Otherwise we all
Destruct, crumble and fall…
Like Humpty Dumpty
Who sat on the wall;
Who had a great fall
And no one could put
Humpty Dumpty back together again.

The End

Protest and Unrest

(To mark the day of the dedication of the
Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial – 10-16-2011)

We march For the human right
To prosper
To grow
In proportion to our aims and dreams
For which we aspire.

We rally
Around the flag
Of equal opportunities
Established and afforded
For all who apply
Empowered as rightfully given and inherited
By our pre-destiny
As we the people
Taking the pathway
Which leads
To the MLK right of way
Of change a’comin’
With the dawn

As we stretch upwards
Our hands
To higher heights
For we who believe
In freedom cannot rest.
Shouldering our faith and hope
In the possibilities

We pray for justice
And human dignity for all.
For out of a mountain of despair
The stone of hope
Is sweet honey in the rock

And we shall overcome
Today
As we press on
In this mounting movement
To transform a nation
Into a beloved community
Where our children can grow
Free and strong.
Amen,
Yes, we can.

We must stand up
And say
Yes to ourselves.

“The ultimate measure of a man is not where
He stands in moments of comfort and convenience
But where he stands at times of challenge
And controversy.” Martin Luther King, Jr.

The Lady of Tishri

She comes forth
With the cool breeze
Whistling about her dress
Frocked in vibrant crimsons and oranges,
Vivid yellows and browns in the greens
To shade the day
Falling
In commemoration of Lady Tishri’s gloried advent

She rallies up her gales
Where the river boat hails
To ride on the sultry sea
With her captain’s fancy
Planted and rooted in the trunk of her tree
Calling Out the dimness of light
Passing on to night

The Lady rests her wings
Under the shadows of the sun and moon
Her canvas bearing
The supple paints layered
Within the folds of her skirt
By the dutifully placed brush strokes
To bespeak the expression of
Dawn to dusk
Lolling
On the meadow
In the glow of sunrise and sunset

To capture the lure
Of the sun’s golden delicious fruits
For delightful in-gatherings
In preparation to partake of the lush banquet
Ushered into the season
Of change
From face
To face
Installing
Another time and place

When Summer blossoms
Turn over
A new leaf
Written in the wind
As
The radiant spell
Of Jubilee
Is cast upon the sea
Somersaulting
In the enchanting autumn charm
Of the Lady of Tishri

( Tishri is the Hebrew for Autumn)

The Challenges of President Obama

Every plan

Is defied and resisted;

Your proposals are

Trounced, hammered, and slammed,

And pounced upon

By angry wolves

Of prey.

You’re taken to task and trashed

For any and all things asked.

You have been

And you are daily met with strong opposition

At the very onset.

You are confronted on all fronts,

And faced with obstacles

Placed in your path to hinder

And to bind your hands and feet -

To prevent your success

By contests of wills and might

From men who dare you to rise

As a beam of inspiration or a vision of light.

Through Rejects and objects,

You are thwarted

By means placed in your path for the fall.

Enemies circle about to snare,

To trip,

To impede

And hamper.

To foil and deter any progress

Which could possibly be generated,

Initiated or otherwise created.

I’m reminded of King David,

Who cried unto the Lord,

When

Surrounded all about by enemies alike.

“My foes like bulls have surrounded me,

Strong bulls of Bashan have hedged me in.

Against me they opened their mouths wide,

Like a ravening and roaring lion.

“I am poured out like water,

And all my bones are out of joint…

My strength is dried up like a fragment of clay

Pottery…

For like a pack of dogs

They have encompassed me;…

But be not far off from me,

O Lord;

O my Help, hasten to my aid.” Ps 22:12-15

There are many mighty enemies

In this American land

Who have formed a tightly wounded band

To strip you of your sword,

To make you as shattered glass;

A splintered and broken man.

Like Donny Hathaway sings,

These are trying times.

And yours have been made a bed of

Many thorns

With oppositions lying in wait to readily revile, and scorn,

Ridicule and mock.

“But the swords of the wicked shall enter their own hearts,

And their bows shall be broken.” Ps 17:15

The Lord will hear…

As unto David -

“This poor man cried

And the Lord heard him,

And saved him out of all his troubles.” Ps. 34.6

“He hears and answers out of His holy hill.” Ps. 3:4

Be still,

Give pause

For the Lord will

Be the undertaker

Of your cause.

So, my dear son,

“Wait and hope for

And expect the Lord;

Be brave and of good courage,

And let your heart be stout and enduring;

Yes, wait for and hope for and expect the Lord. Ps.” 27:14

I pray for you as David prayed -

“Hear my prayer, O, Lord,

And let my cry come to You,

Hide not Your face from me in the day when I am in distress;

Incline Your ear to me,

In the day when I call, answer me speedily.” Ps. 102:1-2

I ask of the Lord,

“Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart

Be acceptable in Thy sight,

O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.” Ps. 19:14

God bless you,

My dear President Obama.

I pray

Men will look upon you

And question -

What manner of man is this?!

Because they will be awed by the wisdom, intellect and insight

Which is poured into you by the Holy Spirit anointing!!

I am a strong supporter,

Ruth Ce. Jones

After the Storm

It’s Sunday morning

After the storm

I’m Sitting here

In the rapture of blustering winds

Whooshing their Sunday dew

Over the meadow

Wailing Like rushing waters

Cascading in the sunlight

Peeping through the clouds

Shimmering in soft white.

Tree Limbs sway

Bending low

Giving honor to the One

Who makes the wind blow

Leaning left

Leaning right

Under the umbrella of the daunting dome

Even as the day glows

In the light of the noon

Day sun.

Tree branches reach up

In shout outs to the sky

As in a church choir

Filled with the spirit of a new dawn

Singing in a new song…

This I the day that the Lord hasmade

I will rejoice and be glad in it.

When the storm

Fell,

The gale winds sent

Waves surging and gushing overthe walls

Of the time

Washing away the sands of the beach

Whilst

The forces of nature exploded

In furious rapids and fierce torrents

Whipping and tossing

Churning and rolling over

Into

And through the streets

And byways

Over the terrestrial landscape

From across seas

To the resounding sounds of Mother Nature’s elements

In motion

Expending her wonder-working potions

In sending transforming

Seawaters charging in the fury

Liken to brigades of battle-ready forces

Storming

Upon bridges over trouble waters

Lapping up on the shore

Raging against the tides of the mind

Spent in habitation and occupation

With Fears and trembling,

Nervous anticipation

And great expectation

Of strong gusty winds

Propelling violent rolling waters careening

Through rivers and streams,

Hurling crashing ocean waves

To challenge the surfs to rise high and mighty

In the forces of a hurricane name

Irene.

Storm clouds loomed above

While some daring frolickers dashed in and out

And gleefully danced about

Venturing in risks

To experience the bliss

Of such a time as this

As The ballooning clouds

Swelled overhead

Like heavy-laden blankets of grey white

Stuffed cottony expanse

Spread

Out over the whole of the skyway

Pouring out

Feeders of showers

From the hurricane eye

Circulating in her orbit

Of splash and crash

Splatter and spray

In large plops and drops

Of rain water patterns

Swallowing up the pier

Like a giant mouth opened wide

To spew out the foaming surf tide

Plummeting onto the ground floor

To valleys low

Cross river beds

And lakeside homesteads.

The Thunderstorm clouds

Threatened the sky

Like a colonized outer space

Station

Bubbling over

To storm,

To roar,

To pour out

Like a riled tempest in a teapot,

To erupt

In a turbulent ride

On the rivers of life

In ferocious downpours

Of rushing waters overflowing,

Swarming like spawns

Flooding into the lots and plots

Laid waste.

By the taste

Of Irene’s potent force and

Splendid spell-bounding bathing beauty

In her stunning, astounding,

And remarkably breathtaking

Day of being

A mighty force of nature.

“Isn’t it beautiful outside?

That hurricane just made it evenmore pretty.” Isaiah Jones

Praise God!!