A Song of Ascents

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And so
The story goes
We all join hands
And walk into the sunset together

With hints of golden sun waltzing on our shoulders
Gentle smiles upon our faces
Cares unseen
Memories vanished
The scent of dragon’s breath is no more
Forgotten

The click clacks of evil’s steady heel
And heart’s too big for our chests to hold
And fear that froze our hair follicles
Now melted
Ah, it feels so …

Good-ness bounds like puppy dogs and little children
Hope like lollipops and rainbow’s promise
 And redemption and overcoming

And then,
The sun sets
And Shadow plays with dusk
The fresh hands I hold now
Moist with sweat even though I smell cold in the distance
And though I still hear the quiet of Content
I catch her forlorn moan on the wind

Darkness does comes
A complete in the beginning darkness
No form no void
No dome separating sky
A chaotic emptiness
That fills the lungs
‘Til I am robbed of life
And
I am waiting
I have waited
My soul awaits

Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord

Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord. Lord, hear my voice! Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications! If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities, Lord, who could stand? But there is forgiveness with you, so that you may be revered. I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning, more than those who watch for the morning. O Israel, hope in the Lord! For with the Lord there is steadfast love, and with him is great power to redeem. It is he who will redeem Israel from all its iniquities.

This is a song of ascents
And I am ascending
Towards darkness this time
One that leads to the morning and back again
Wailing and waiting and hoping as I wind 

This is a song of true balance
The kind opposites complement
and intertwine
The kind where equal lasts for only a moment
Pausing only to be overpowered by the hope of another

This is a song of living
The kind where being becomes unbearable
and a soul cries for hope

This is a song of hope
The kind where morning comes with redemption
After a long night of waiting

This is a song of waiting
Of finding hope in the revolution of
time
Oh how I have waited
My soul awaits

Out of the depths I cry to you O Lord

Time winds
and becomes one breath on this journey
Yesterday's night awakens to today's morning
I close my eyes and
Let the evening smoke rise
Calling the gods and cleansing my spirit
Mojuba O, mojuba

See my foot move
A shuffle in a ring
My heels make magic as they kiss the soil
Walk With Me Lord
Walk With Me
My Lord-cry a joy turned ragged rage

Yesterday's night awakens to today's morning
I blink my eyes and
Let the noonday’s smoke rise
And make the fire my supplication
Mojuba O, mojuba

See my foot run
Drumming the pavement like djembe beats
My march withstands water and hound
Walk With Me Lord
Walk With Me
My Lord-cry a faith turned demanding equality

Yesterday's night awakens to today's morning
I open my eyes and
Let the smoke rise now
Stoking the embers of my spirit
Mojuba O, mojuba

See my foot bounce
Dancing a path to justice
My stride active as my hashtag
Walk With Me Lord
Walk With Me
My Lord-cry a command and a disbelieving bellow

Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord 

And in the depths
I am afraid
afraid my cries and offerings are lost in the ocean roar of sufferings
afraid my footprints are blown away as soon as they are made
afraid my missions will be overtaken by my missteps
afraid that morning's first rays will never, never come

But
The song for this journey says
there is forgiveness with you, so that you may be revered. 

And when ancestors sing
When ancient Semitic tongues refresh
Forgiveness is remembered,
And re-sounded as Salah.
 
And Salah born anew becomes a reconciliation
An understanding impossible for humankind
Gifted by God alone, 
and
Sprinkled upon the thirsty soul

When ancestors speak
Reverence is remembered,
And re-sounded as Yare’ or fear
A fear so divine it can only be balanced by divine love.

There is reconciliation with you alone, so that you may be feared. 
There is reconciliation with you alone, so that you may be feared. 

Oh that we feared God instead of the journey
A God who traverses the depths and heights of lifetimes with an exhale
Blanketing the journey, the destination, and the waitings in between
A God who swallows fear and love and dark and light and evil and just
A God alone that sprinkles the blessing of reconciling the illusion time
of separateness
That we create just by breathing
In and out

Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord 

This is a song of healing
The kind where hope lives and
Rebirths itself anew

The kind where silence and pause
Make it alive

This is a song of healing
And although it is my voice that cries
This song is for you

And as
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, 
in the Lord's word I hope; 
My soul waits upon the Lord more than the watchmen who watch for the morning, 
more than those who watch for the morning.

I invite you to Hope
A hope that germinates the cry cushioned by waiting
A hope that postulates the truth of a morning veiled by the moon
A hope filled with power and laced with divinity

The hope of my ancestors
Mojuba, I salute you
Who sang in circles, and marched in lines
They had a hope
that keeps our fires stoked when the embers cool. 
A hope that fuels the cry when the depths crash in
A hope that rises from beneath the waves
Letting our voices ascends to meet God’s ear
Propelling our souls to soar with the morning sun.

Psalm 130

© Chanda Rule 2015