Jump with delight

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Thou shall call his name Jesus; for it is he that shall save his people from their sins” Matt. 1:21

Metaphysical definition. The I in man, the self, the directive power, the I Am identity. Jesus represents God’s ideas of man in expression; Christ is the idea in the absolute. Jesus Christ was the type of man, which includes all the mental phases through which man passes in demonstrating life’s problems. So we find Jesus Christ passing through all the trials, temptations, and mental variations of each of us, “yet without sin.” Metaphysical Bible Dictionary

Metaphysical meaning of temptation —…


Crystal

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There are many things in one’s life, but not many are the love of your life — as well as the pillar of your existence. That pillar would be my daughter, Crystal. My daughter, Crystal, was born when I had just turned seventeen in 1970. What society judged as a mistake due to my age and her father being black — instead made her became the one and only complete love of my entire life. From the moment she was born, it confirmed to me she was God in action.

She was perfect and beautiful and full of affection and…


I do

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When I said I do and left everything, I knew
I never had a chance
You had your life already made, and your
surroundings were the same

I walked away and followed you
It was fine until I expressed what I felt inside
Many times my lonely feelings you denied

Get yourself a life, make new friends, you said
How can you understand the relationships that I
had developed that were far away?

I was grieving for my family that I left to start a new with you
Resentments I held within concerning the move I entered in

I was…


Enlightened

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The movie “One Night in Miami.”

“One Night in Miami” spends the bulk of its time in Malcolm X’s hotel suite, where the four men gather to celebrate Ali’s monumental victory — a celebration that turns into a long and sometimes contentious night of debate and discussion about each man’s place in the world in 1964, and what they’re doing to advance the cause of racial and social equality. Chicago Sun times

Malcolm has an intense vision. He needs Cassius Clay, Jim Brown, and Sam Cooke to understand his cause.

Malcolm is trying to raise Sam’s consciousness regarding his music…


With yourself

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A wakeful morning and my heart-thumping
skipping with the infatuation of another day with you

Hair curled with wispy locks bouncing upon my shoulders
like Shirley Temple curls while tap dancing

Lipstick on my puckered lips and coated with cherry drops
Harmonies of our bliss joined with an easy waltz

I robe my body-parts, accentuating my curves for your
inviting eyes to see, and humming in the daylight
and smiles from passerby’s

After many months the curtain has risen, infatuation is gone The winded breeze freezes our tear-drops There is more of what is wrong than right We drifted too…


To your own drummer

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I danced to a different drummer, even
though my white flesh was not a match
There is some acceptance now of what
society judged harshly in the past

Stick and stones you threw at me
because I had a love for someone
of a different race

You said I was a disgrace

I stood my ground and at my inexperienced age
I pulsed with my drummer and danced it my way

The mixing of the races became more notable,
but where was all the support back
in 1967 when I did?

You called me white trash and snubbed me and…


Ego in the flesh

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Brimstone and earth-shattering
Words cruel and not heaven-sent
The consciousness of disparity

Youth that cried out for mothers
while suffering for her breast

Lady Liberty waited
for the glorious horizon,
watching the travelers
that wanted a home

Her torch still shined
while hit with tongues of vile

We worried about our civility
that our poetry would be barren
of love for one another

We sat and pondered
with worries and conversation,
wondering when it will end
when people of all races
feel like they belong

An elect with the hope
that was a godsend

And hopeful aspirations of a future…

Bernadette DeCarlo

Writing has healed me in ways that I could have never imagined.

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