The Preacher's Song

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The preacher stood there strong and still
brilliant in a new day’s dawning
singing with hope’s bright emergence,
sweet songs into the morning air.
He sang about a dream of dreams;
how all men should live and be free,
and the soul’s intended purpose.
Strains of how true justice should stand,
upon the strong and Solid Rock,
brotherhood between all races.
He sang the dream of God’s wish
that all men should dwell as equals
from dusty roads to hallowed halls...
the proud brought low, meek lifted high.

Too long has his voice been silent
yet still his song loudly echoes.
Most men have heard but not listened.
Too many proud arrogant men
bent on ending this Song of Dreams
with hearts hardened and necks stiffened.
So many minds fighting against
the truths within this Preacher’s Hymn.
Harboring vitriolic hate,
none can ever truly be free;
within whitewashed walls of bias.

No faction, race, or written law,
religious wording cannot bring
true freedom until this land learns
the meaning of these chosen words,
created out of love for peace
within our land and in our hearts.
His Anthem of Hope is so near
for all those who would dare to reach;
to dare to love and to believe
to dare to sing this song with him:

'Free at last, free at last.
Thank God Almighty,
We are free at last.'
Astral Shepherd
Thursday, July 7, 2005

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