Come… let us commune; let us kiss & embrace the tongue of languages of the nations.
For we speak in unison. We are one in mind, our beliefs, philosophies and faith address the same nature.
We both follow the same characteristics of likeness and similarities in traits; same and somewhat as one member of the same family- lemons, limes, oranges, grapefruit and sweet tangerines- we all taste from the same fragrance. We blossom among the community in proper season- Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall.
We dance together in festival, fellowship hall.
We eat. We embrace. We pray.
Come… Let see what our Good Lord has done… over the hills, through the generations, within the churches. His Great name blossom over nations as daisies over the land, roses, tulips and gardenia smell of fragrance in the morning through the environment into the afternoon of Tuesday & Thursday and days like that.
We talk among cultures, order and political empires about the things of the East and the problems in the South and the worries of the economy. We as people are concerned of our well-being, our safety, our inhabitants and homes for we only see today in our eyes are glancing upon the stars as the distance carries us too far from our conscience and healthy state of minds.
We share our cuisines, hugs our lovers as we pray.
Come… for I will tell you of great mysteries of knowledge and deep waters for I know. Yes, I know, but how am I to understand the voice of deep space which speaks beyond gravity, sunlight & planets.
Who can whisper in the antennas of insects, among the leaves of our daily philodendrons. They lay their eggs among animals; the dog’s high sense of smell and sound touches the wavelength beyond the human measures. The wolves, the bears, coyotes, foxes prance with the deer, giraffe, elks and hyenas who’s the enemy. Who’s the prey? Who hunts? What’s the meal of the day? Why concern ourselves with their blood, the innocence and festive for isn’t this not the ways of nature… kill, death, hunger, domination.
Who feed on meals of kings? Whose maiden dance with the slaves? Who cry, who morns, who prays?
For I came… I saw and I know.
(SPIRITUAL REFLECTION Isaiah 11: 6-9)
“The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and the lion will eat straw like the ox. The infant will play near the cobra’s den the young child will put its hand into the viper’s nest. They will neither harm nor destroy on all my holy mountain, for the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the Lord as the waters cover the sea.”
And yes, the angels rest like new dawn snow, white and pure upon acres and landscape of the field and mountains. They lay wet and moist with the blood of the lamb to reflect the fire of eternal life. This is true; I tell you!
Not just because of the harvest moon in the daylight leaving no night nor signs of our changes of seasons given the wind new direction to the north, south, east and no west. Not just for the fawn or doves or cubs who embrace their reality with the California Kings or Bold Eagles for nations has rest and taste the good news within the harmony of languages. In English, the native from Greek or Latin nor does the colors blend in Spanish dialect, the distance of French and Hassian and let’s not forget the Italian words… oh, no let us not forget the history, the stories, the times yet lost so buried in books, burned in libraries reflections of fire upon acres. Let us not forget the slaves, the Indians, the domestic sex of maiden and housemaids of all colors, creed and nationalities. Let us not forget we taste the sweet, good taste of the original forbidden fruit.
No. Let us eat in the morning with a character of food of sweet honey; the wisdom among the nature who dance with the fire among tribes, the classy waltz and romantic tango. Let us pray in unison for we all who are found here as one in unison at the foot of the cross.
Let us pray in one tongue… Amen.