Broken bread on the water.

I look out at the water from sitting on my patio an enjoyable moment as I am watching the activity of the birds. I see the bread I threw to the geese all was gone but leaving a remaining piece still on the water flowing as I see a black goose now plucking at the bread. He was the minority of the group or we can say the only black colored goose on the water. I had broken bread for a few loaves of bread I received from an organization called helping hands I believe or someone had given me a least a dozen loaves of bread. I shared the loaves with the geese and the smaller group of mallards. The geese took changes each one plucking each taking turns with the flowing bread remaining I guess I did not break it into small enough pieces for one duck to handle. The black goose has always made me wonder when it showed up while the geese were moving about on the water sometime in coordination but the black feathered goose would swim alone and separate from the others as if the monarchy of the geese.

The gooses all seem to enjoy the water and every once and awhile along with the sound of the flashing of their wings you heard the call of the birds as the sound travel in the air as I stood next to this tree. I don’t understand why they are washing themselves over and over and it seem to be like a ritual dance in the water. I did not think they were that dirty but they continue flapping and splashing and waving their wings in the water they seem to stand on water as their necks reach for the sky with a posture of elegant they chest straight outward the formation followed by more than a dozen with wings appearing to be strong. The boisterous bird’s feathers were flowing on top of the water after they were gone. What about the storms these birds travel through; as we all over the world face the COVID pandemic storms of life stay on my mind.

The historical black serfs I imagine today what hardship these human vessels travel through in the deep dark ocean on a storming night and the lighthouse has to guide them into shore. What about our lives and our experiences joy being a guiding light which is manifest from a divine place. The ocean, wind, beach, waves, sand, shells, sea birds and people have some kind of common hidden secret the waters we all share. Breaking the bread to celebrate cheering, rejoicing and waiting patiently to the tantalize reality of our dreams.

Suffer Humility

It is the law, arrest your pride

It is the law hold your peace

Give your pride to God are you have broken the law

It is the law arrest your self-assertion

It is the law, hold your peace

Don’t judge the people it’s against the law

Iron sharpen iron

Our sobriety simply ignoring that it’s not easy is dangerous to reaching the hidden power within us and to keep our untainted ideals and dreams flowing away in the wind is problematic to me. If I enter a day of sadness for example, I do no harm to myself and use my hands not for destruction but for creating a narrative which represents good. I merely can impact my day and impact others as I listen to discouraging voices whether it’s against weakening my flesh desires. My book learning is help me focus on “A million black men started with renewed zeal to vote themselves into the kingdom. So, the decade flew away, the resolution of 1875 came, and left the half-free serf weary, wondering, but still inspired. Slowly but steadily, in the following years, a new vision began gradually to replace the dream of political power, ~a power movement, the rise of another ideal to guide the unguided, another pillar of fire by night after a clouded day. It was the ideal of “book-learning”: the curiosity, born of compulsory ignorance, to know and test the power of the cabalistic letter of the white man, “Pg.4 last 3 line-pg5 /#l para).

The End