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Book by
Jeannette Drake
Journey Within: A Healing
Playbook
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Obama Prayer
By Jeannette Drake
Lord, I couldn’t
make it if it wasn’t for you. I don’t completely know
why you chose Obama to be our next president, but I know
you have. Hope is more than a word; more than a feeling.
Hope manifests in the body and tenor of that slim young
man whose essence strikes fear and denial in the hearts,
minds, and souls of racists and casts doubts in the
minds of non-believers who need to turn and run away.
“How can this be?” they wonder.
Well Lord, I see
Divine Destiny written all over him. Lord, I know you
plucked him from the garden the way you plucked Harriet
and Sojourner and yes, Moses, too. You are a strange
God, set in your ways, full of irony. You love to play
tricks; to upset the logic of learned men. That is why I
adore you, God, my father, my Mother, my Beloved Holy
Spirit, and my Jesus Buddy. You are full of whimsy and
surprise that delights; sometimes puzzles and on
occasion even frightens me. But, it’s okay Lord. I trust
you. So far, you have never failed me. When I need
bread and butter or a parking space, you still come
through. You remain a Great God though it’s taken me
more than sixty-five earth years to finally glimpse your
wisdoms. And, a glimmer is all I’ve gotten Lord.
Everything in this
country is an absolute mess. I don’t agree with the
stock clerk in my neighborhood grocery store who says
Obama doesn’t know what he’s getting into. I’m sure he
knows. The wolves, the coyotes, the jackals, the foxes
and all those other predators want to devour him. Even
now Lord, I’m certain the vipers of evil plot to
construct and take him down. But I know you, Lord, I
trust you. I understand a fraction of your mystery, your
majesty. Obama will not be taken down, for you, Oh Lord,
you have lifted him up, for reasons that only you fully
understand, at this hour and in this place.
I don’t have the
time, energy or patience to ask rhetorical questions or
engage in scholarly debates about Obama. I am a tired,
old lady poet molded by suffering and healed by your
gracious spirit and I know you when I see, smell, touch,
taste, hear and intuit you. Dem Bones, Lord . . .
Dem Dry Bones, Lord . . . You are here now, Lord. You
have brought forth a princely servant come to question
and call up liberty, justice and freedom for all our
children. You have blessed America. For this, I give
thanks. Amen.
March 8, 2008
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posted 5 May 2008 |
