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Gentle arc whispering assurance

I am like the rainbow, a gentle arc of peace coolly bending in the mist like a neon apparition, a soothing calm, whispering assurance for tomorrow We are foreordained to be the gentle arc of reassurance

I am like the rainbow, a gentle arc of peace coolly bending in the mist like a neon apparition, a soothing calm, whispering assurance for tomorrow

We are foreordained to be the gentle arc of reassurance over our brood, giving strong rebuke to fear and worry. Where have you dispersed? You have been gone too long. The time is far spent for your return to the fold.

Retrace your footprints to find your way back to the front door. Your sons have gone astray, fallen into every pitfall. Your daughters cannot discern a rock from crumbling stand stone; your queen’s tear ducts are like dry wells.

Regrettably, many folds have withered away, no match for the predators of the fatherless taken captive, then vanquished.

All is not forsaken. Others clinging to threads of hope wait for your knock, prodigal father.

Knock at the door.

Just knock.

From “Sable Man Wind Breaker” © 1992 by Jarrette Fellows, Jr.

 

 

Jarrette Fellows, Jr. is Publisher and Editor of Compton Herald. He attended junior and senior high school in Compton, and is an alumnus of California State University, Los Angeles.

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