Foreword

Friday, 27 February 2015
I write to you 
a culture 
who forgot to dream 
who read 
the Word 
like dictation 
who memorize 
verses 
for 
recitation, 
incantations 
of puffed up pride 
unaware of the 
very thorn 
that blinds the eye;

I write to you 
a culture who cannot think 
beyond 
your own thought
lacking 
wisdom, 
or insight 
because of 
the dearth 
of 
intimate love; 

I write to you 
because 
your angry words 
hurt, 
not only me,
but hearts that have 
taken your whip 
of
subjugation 
with patience 
for so long, 
too long;

I write to you 
O rebellious nation, 
who told you 
to escape from the coming wrath 
for the chains you put 
on My people?

I write to you 
who worship your imagination: 
intellect and inspiration 
and confine My people 
to your preconceived 
notions 
of what must be 

Who told you 
that My sons 
should 
conform 
to the way 
you understand 
a man to be 
in thought, 
feeling, 
appearance?

Who told you 
that you can tie up My daughters 
with threats of purity 
violating them 
with your twisted 
limitations,
expectations,
and 
desires? 

I write to you 
a letter 
forewarning of what is to come. 
Consider yourselves notified. 

This is my vineyard 
and I am sending the Rain-Maker 
who will wash all the filth away 
from MY precious inheritance
Drowning the callous in a 
a flood of Noahaic proportion
of 
unapologetic 
scandalous

MERCY

which 
will offend 
the unprepared. 

He is Coming 16x20" Oil on Canvas 

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