Big Ups on This Jah Riddim

A Break in the Thawed Past

This morning i meant to sit in the Word on some disciplined vibration.
Instead i opened an old black book and stepped into contemplation.
I had put it in a black bag to bring to story telling with our small Tribe last night. It was left at home and so i shared without it. Spoke about when You brought i to the arctic for a cold, isolated season of i life. What you worked and began in i Spirit. Learning of the purpose and mission on this rotating spot. It was fresh...refreshing, despite not mentioning how snow affects me when it falls, the laughter we shared hauling heaving crates, the violence, or how hard it was for i to forgive i mistakes.

and that book...and what was written. What You re-awaken.
Old poems of purpose.
Writ words of resolution.
The future's hopes already spoken.
Despair and self examination.
What You were doing...and what i was running from.
That Ice we broke through with new brethren...
And i wonder if i will see them again.
And their death.
And i purpose.

Indeed, the future is written...
Yet to be created
Waiting on our decisions
Stand Up and Fight...
LOVE






Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the desert
and streams in the wasteland.

Isaiah 43:18-19

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