OUR TIME HAS COME — by B.F. MAIZ
Comments (0) Your moment is upon you.
Thus,
With the trustworthy thrust
of your own heart you must
walk,
walk,
walk down the long
pink-bright tongue of gods
like the velvet-cloaked emperors and kings
once walked down the long
bright red carpet
of uncircumscribed privilege.
You must run …
run toward the laughing
sun of your joy
with the speed of a gazelle…
*** When I was about 11 years old, the poet B.F. Maiz got involved with my Dad’s church in Texas. His poetry recitation has been described as one part poetry, one part theater and one large part deep philosophy and humanism. His presence made a lasting impression on my life.
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