The Warning Came in the Morning

 

The message came

Early in the morning.

It came in the

Form of a warning.

 

One who is prone

To blow things off

Would have missed the

Urgency of the cough.

 

The message came

Early in the morning.

It came in the

Form of a warning.

 

 

EARLY MORNING PRAYER

“Do you pray always, Mary?”

Yes, Lord, always, working

Hard lest I faint. If I faint, what

Will the end of my children be?

What will the end be of the testimony

My Ancestors left behind for me

To live out, to prove true, to elongate

And to propagate among the airy minds

Of those I love, who love me, and those

Who don’t even know me, and let it sink

Down to the fleshy hearts. Offering love, one

To another. Praying for peace in every soul,

Like links in a chain, from one soul to the

Next, being that all souls are connected

To Your heart unless they fall away; forgive

Them, O, Father, I pray. You rejected us,

Father, so that you could ensoul, graph,

Include those without, within the Plan you

Had from the beginning. Had you left us in

Mire of our own creation, we would not be,

We would be no more a people in a godless

World, carrying knowledge of life and death

Within us and around us, hovering above our

Head, which some can’t see, no being aware,

Awake. Sometimes, it doesn’t feel very fair

That You require us to pray for those

Who don’t pray, who won’t pray for us,

Who pray against us, who forsook and

Forsake us in this system. You gave us

The power to be ourselves and in that, heal

One another if we will. We also abuse power

To our utter hurt. But those are who our

Ancestors prayed for. Today, we must pray

For our ancestors, for us, and them. When

We have defeated every enemy within,

Awareness of that will break every yoke,

All chains, and rectify past, present, and

Future drug-induced failures that cripple

Your people, as our ancestors fought

Against before us.

Yes, Lord, I’m praying, for then, now, and

forever. And when all of this is done, we will

know as we are also known. Thank You, and

Thank You again and amen.

~~ Mary Handy Moore

Without Light, Empty Shells Won’t Repent

HIM

He didn’t know them,

Therefore, he didn’t care

That he killed anonymous people.

He had no remorse, not being capable of it.

He loves the thrill of killing, being a killer.

He loves playing Russian Roulette,

Being the thrill-seeker that he is.

Thus, killing innocents does not upset him.

THEY

They have no character,

Not even a modicum of decency;

So how can they be moral?

Morality evolves in humans,

Else they fail to become that—

Beings unworthy of the name.

For what is a human shell

When the lumen, spurned, rejected,

Withholds the soul’s own light?

The human soul must have a spark

In the human body. Lumen, light.

As the heart, the mind, the emotive

Power evolves within the body,

These refine us when we’re led aright.

The seed, star, evolves every soul.

Yet a fire, light, un-nourished, flickers out.

And the lumen never becomes a flame or a sun.

~ Mary Handy Moore 

 Everything

Everything has a course to run.

Every road has a crossroads.

Every inbreath has an exhalation till

Every breath has a cessation.

Every evening has the following morning.

Every sunrise has a sunset.

Every created thing will sleep when

the Kingdom of Time comes to fold

all up in the Mother's Bosom.

To wait ... for another Eternity.

~ Mary Handy Moore

 

Spiritual Power

Spiritual power that

Humbleness keeps asunder

As that power can ride

Astride the thunder.

It's able to clasp a lightning

Bolt of purest blue,

Whose strike returns

The Kingliest Hue

Of red like that from holiest

Veins was bled.

Spiritual power that humbleness

Keeps asunder.

The unknowing ones misconstrue

That power some wield, calling it

Magic - mostly bad.

The spiritual ones know the Difference. 

The charlatans don't.

No power is greater than

The one who gave it.

 

~ Mary Handy Moore

RYAN COOGLER'S "SINNERS"

 

I went to the movies today (Tuesday, 6-10-2025) to see Sinners for the sixth time. It's never happened before in my life. I've heard the soundtrack seven or eight times. It now ties with the Cowboy Carter soundtrack. Sinners is a wonderful and sad movie. I think everyone can identify with at least something in this movie, if they're honest.

Today, I found some posts trending on TikTok where mostly young people (maybe not though) are taking the meaning of this movie in the wrong direction. I really believe that. Here's why:

In frantic attempts to find a sin in every character's closet, they zero in on Annie - and the wrong sin, if there is one. Since they can't find a feasible one to attach to her bosom, they conjure up one: Annie is a witch who sacrifices (kills) her baby girl with Smoke in order to protect Smoke and Stack. Then, they conjure up another dark-hearted thing for Annie to do: She sacrifices (eventually kills) Stack when she reactivates Smoke's neck charm before they leave her house. (That must be when she does it.) So, Mary, whose privileged intrusion brought death to the Black folks, can turn Stack - and she does.

What happens to Stack's protection? Like Annie tells Smoke when he asks her why Hoodoo didn't or couldn't save their baby, " I don't know." Who knows? Stack may have tossed his charm if he had a separate one in the glove compartment of their car, but it is not on his person in the juke joint. I really think Annie makes one bag to "keep you and your crazy-ass brother safe." It must be Karma. It's not for Stack to be protected this time because, logically, without Stack, there can be no Smoke. Stack is "the best part of me," which makes Smoke a shell without him, being identical twins.

For the thinking ones, if Annie does use that spiritual art for evil when it serves her purpose, she knew how to save their baby, which would have required a sacrifice of some sort because the baby couldn't be saved righteously being too far gone, and the baby wouldn't have died. That's witchcraft. Also, she would've told Smoke, "Yes, I can bring him (Stack) back to life" (that's Necromancy). No to all of that darkness. Annie is a spiritual and physical healer with the help of the ancestors. She is a worker in the Light.

Unfettered, Unconfused, Unconsumed

  

                                                                         Source: April White

I have no fear of entering any thought-out venture

However, I avoid the angst of two-fold accusations 

And take great caution about it to dispel great censure

By misunderstanding and other outside critics’ agitations

If I end up in a state of happiness, hence, thankfulness

My end, ever evolving, will be better than my beginning

May you prosper as your soul prospers, is great ampleness

Whereas ampleness’s colossal opposite will be non-winning

Those who are sane understand the two realms of bountiful

The objective, material well-being by accumulated measure

That motivates striving for our portion from meager to plentiful  

Meant for growth. Then there's the subjective, hidden treasure

I rely on the hidden treasure where is stored my wisdom

That right-decision-maker that eliminates room for schisms

The reservoir of sanctified, unalloyed, and faithful rhythms

Movements of a soul undisturbed by the fickleness of isms.

~~Mary Handy Moore