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  The Creative Fire of Active Faith https://www.spreaker.com/episode/the-creative-fire-of-active-faith--72224195 What if your faith isn't working because you're carrying too much baggage to actually move? We talk a good game about believing in our traditional greatness, but we keep our hands full of corporate clutter, false narratives, and old habits that don't serve our destination. We want the brightness of innovation, yet we cling tightly to the safety of our stagnation. Today, on this day of Kuumba, we look through the red lens of Imani and confront a heavy tension: the universal truth that some folks simply don't believe fat meat is greasy until they slip. Are you waiting for a miracle to drop into a cluttered house, or are you ready to clear space for the fire to burn? The power isn't in what you add to your day—it's in what you choose to release. Call to Inaction "What does not strengthen should be released, for it is a false treasure." Before y...
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I am - by Preston J. Harrison

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I am.

I am the native tongue.
I am the brown recluse.
I am the spirit of the slave
with my neck in a noose.

I am a quote from the bible,
the legend of the scroll.
The music in your heart
when you sing from your soul.

I am the favorite son,
a warrior's tattoo.
The benefit of the doubt
when others can't trust you.

I am the dream keeper.
I am the moon's sun,
the hired gun, muted barrel,
I am the chosen one.

I am the brightest day,
and sometimes the darkest night.
I am the wind beneath the wings
when a bird takes flight.

I am the castle and the king,
the drawbridge, the moat,
the canoe in cried-rivers
making sure hope floats.

I am the first kiss, last breath.
I am the rook, the knight, the pawn, the king
in a game of chess.

I am the soul singer.
I am the rhythm and the blues.
I am the first idea
and The Creator's muse.

I am the sunday sermon.
I am the pulpit for the preacher.
I am the choir, prophet, priest
and sunday school teacher.

I am the saint-sinner.
I am the long way home.
I am a shape-shifter.
I am this poet's poem.
I am.

Preston J. Harrison.
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