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Beauty Held
When the old revere the young and the young revere the old,
Spiritual equilibrium sets, and reaps, for all, life's gold.
When history is respected and the future held so dear,
Heritage is protected by the beauty held so near.
To one's self all is interpreted by God.
We are all naked before God. God made all, and all is as good as God. There is no evil in matter.
Being the stuff of creation, matter is nothing less than the touch of God. Truth is the foundation of reality, and exists all before man first walked, spoke, or breathed. Our bodies are part of that truth, and have grown from it, grow with it, and will decay into it. The job of our minds is to learn and regard the truths of the past, discern them in the present, and respect them for the future, as we add the truth our own lives. The past is history, and the present is heritage.
People naturally divide from one another in self-sufficient groups of common interest, and develop according to their genetic powers and social devotions. This is held in the strata of ethnicity, culture, nationality, and religion, and nowhere is a racial distinction hewn from nature. Race is purely an intellectual concept, devised for the purpose of comparing, and pitting peoples against one another, in effort to overrun and dominate, rob and pillage, the ethnic goods of the various peoples assaulted. It is a product of white supremacist ideology, by which a hierarchy of rights is established, with the holders of white credentials on top. This thinking is what is regarded to be evil, for evil is simply the product of, and faith in, error.
Evil is that which harms the physical being of life, and wounds with essentially the dedication to untruth, its happiness, . Race, as a product of the untruth of white supremacy, is a concept of evil. Though ethnic and other divisions occur, the essential unity of the human species is undisturbed, and in fact, expanded. Racism is designed to promote a segregation of spirit, right, territory, purpose, and goods, for the benefit of white supremacy.
We all have particular traits in common with others, and unique unto ourselves. Our goodness, or evil, as humans depends on the degree to which we oppose or promote, inequity (iniquity, untruth), and we speak to God only in answer for our own positions, not for those of our race, or church, or nation, or tribe, or family, or corporation, etc.
Indeed, each of us is perfect as God intended. Our struggle is to relate our perfections to one another in the way of harmony. As our perfections struggle for expression, they can only meet in compromise, accepting the wonder of our differences. Objecting to one another, we selfishly deny God the passage God has chosen to undertake in another, for God is not only alpha and omega, but omnipresent, except in our choices that exist to mark our own identities in relation to one another.
Undeniably, life to us is a blessing from God. In that we fail to bless one another, we create an unhappy struggle. The European war on Africa that manifested "the slave trade” continues to be Man's greatest failure and deepest tragedy, and life will not be happily fulfilled until its humane resolution.
A Dam Against Bloodshed
Life is a dam against nature's bloodshed
Built in the woman by a crew man led.
But more than just dammed, the blood is consumed,
Digested, and molded into a fleshen bloom
Which resonates in bone from which new bloodflow springs,
Only to be dammed by what new bloodflow brings:
Earthen tones to heart - the rhythm we all sing
Crying out for answer - and so, our listening.
Do we hear the rush of wind against our lash?
Do we give an answer with a voice we found at last?
All in God's construction, to us, may seem to fail,
Our own understanding, put to God's, must always pale.
And this is as it should be for our fleshened time is quick.
Eternal God has vision that, to us, must seem a trick.
Magic, mirrors, miracles, medicine, music, math;
All are simply corridors along the infinite path.
Wide and large they loom as rooms that time moves along.
Each of us a visor through which God shares life's song.
So, the woman bears this river; the male provides the clay,
To bloodflow deliver to the crying, breathing day,
An emblem grave beyond the gay by which love wove its joy-
An even-bearing little girl, a dam providing little boy.
Blood is dammed within our flesh and through women, pours.
As this is nature's just design, Let's keep it evermore.
Julian Pembroke Steptoe
April 12, 2007







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