Divine Poe✝️ree

Emancipation for the communities of our black brothers & sisters who have been lied to and manipulated into believing the democratic party is for them. Democratic policies have destroyed many black communities keeping them dependent on gov while tearing families apart.

Tearing families apart by giving incentives for unmarried women to live in dependency upon gov and its self-degrading and debilitating policies that only bring about a lower view of oneself in a life with no higher calling, purpose or sense of true value to life.

With grievances that can only be reconciled by having a truly woke moment in seeing the writing on the wall. That they are a unique people that are better than the demo party sees them. And how the demo party only perpetuates the lie of self-degradation of our dear brothers and sisters.

The woman across from him drinks her coffee. 

Oh, what a sweet aroma that rises to the nostrils. 

Then abruptly she changed her seat, moving closer to him facing opposite of his direction. 

She huddled with this coffee in silence as Christmas Carol's jingle softly above.  Occasionally looking down reading 

a novel of which he could not tell. 

She frequently sips the coffee almost kissing its rim in satisfaction.

When the sedentary moments become sacred, it is the whisper of the divine beckoning you to the stillness in the midst of the chaos swirling about in the mire of your circumstances.

Seeming to arrive out of happenstance— or perhaps a spiritual collision of forces seeking to devour the peaceful abode where the glow of your ethereal light emanates.

Never ceasing in the attempt of dimming the light within, but ignorant to the reality of the mark of the chosen and the seal of the elect that rests upon you by divine providence.

For the first three months of a woman’s pregnancy, most people (quite often, even the mother herself) don’t yet know it’s happening. What is going on on the inside isn’t yet signaled by much in the way of changes on the outside.

That is also true of personal and societal change. It’s much like the Angel Gabriel saying to Mary, “Tell no one.” There’s something about the most stupendous changes in life that are presaged not by roaring trumpets but by silence. Conception, whether it be in a womb or in society, is hidden from the naked eye.

So it is that in America today, while externally the most dramatic changes are underway, beneath the surface there is something equally dramatic occurring. It is invisible, it is silent, but it is the conception of a new world. It is birthing in the shadows, incubating in the alchemy of millions of…