An Original Poem: "Vision Walkers" by Delores Fisher POST 3

                                           Delores Fisher blogger/poet/educator

APRIL  . . .

It's National Poetry Month! Here's one of my original poems pre-COVID 19 from 2020.

VISION WALKERS 

            by delores fisher 

The dream has not been deferred,

It exists, playing out on an eternal time table we cannot control.

Many Vision walkers are long dead,
Brother Martin and the elders . . .
Slain by the insane who scream
Vile obscenities cloaked in shape shifter
Media molded palliative atrocities.

Generation Z AND Alpha!
New generation of Vision walkers ---their legacy pierced with cloven fire
They hover above the valley of dry bones,

They hear the wind signaling a new anointing,
They dream walking visions of a generational ancient call.

Knowing like the elders:

 “To rise in victory, is to bow on humble knee before an all mighty God
Whose justice streams on all of earth’s wretched and wealthy.”

 
Walk together children for stony the road we trod,
Weary, torn, and anxious . . .
We circle dance at precipitous ledge
Of twenty first century four corners at a spinning Cross Road.

Listen . . .  Elders’ voices cry for mercy on fragile word-winds of
"Freedom, Freedom . . .”
Cautionary for through their eyes, the Lord's glory shines

Not just freedom to be you and me

But to become the image God wants us to be.

Our dungeon’s must shake, Our chains fall off!!!!
So many suffering: past, present, potential

Young Vision Walkers,                                                                                                                 With heart’s open eyes above whirling Cross Road four corners precipice,                          With ruach imbued vision, stand in the breach, transcend dry-bone valley:                  
Ubi Caritas.

Footnote: Who is generation Alpha?

see https://www.britannica.com/topic/Generation-Alpha