transfixed on a yonder time he recounted prophecies of a near future
from a mountaintop he foretold a history of a people returned again to gardens of paradise thriving in friendly democratic soils overflowing with a colorful biodiversity governed and nurtured with a vibrant sunshine of divine justice welcoming all weary sojourners...
from the pinnacle of a Birmingham jail cell Martin burst the bars with the clarion peel of a golden trumpet proclaiming the gospel of liberation to the wardens of unholy gulags
“free yourselves” the horn emblazoned in streaking lightning across the sky
cowed by prophetic truths of righteousness, shamed by lies the pride of arrogance bespeaks to placate the intransigence of dominion, we prayed the the walls of racism, bigotry, prejudice would tumble down as Martin lit the Battle of Jericho
today our country’s profit driven gulags overflow with people of color as justice lingers on death row begging for a plea bargain of a life sentence in solitary confinement...
from the ****** Sunday Bridge in Selma, Martin offered a prayer for peace, rebuking the dogs of war admonishing the tenders of blood thirsty machines to beat the gears of war into pruning hooks and plowshares
advocates of peace hope to steer the plow across the battlefields of acrimony to sow rich seeds of reconciliation, planting new gardens where the rich yields of peace will be consumed by all God's children
yet these gardens remain unplanted, untended and defiled by the machinery of war that churns churns, churns...
Martin last dream occurred on a balcony in Memphis
witnessing to the divinity of those considered untouchable after a hard days work collecting a city’s refuse
he insisted all labor was worthy of dignity and the economic justice of a fair wage
Martin looked squarely into the eye of the gun sights of those who thought differently he never blinked, he dreamed
Martin formed his last testament to an angry nation yearning for the reconciliation of stability and peace, unmoved that it’s violence, exploitation and bigotry only stoke bonfires of acrimony and division, condemning the reprobate principality to the bleakness of a smoldering discontent and continued generations of recurring nightmares…
Martin's dream continues in awakened hearts sojourning on
Music Selection: Mahalia Jackson Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho