THE LIONS DEN

This is the first time I have ever had a woman in my life who can really sing and who does so all the time.
Ironically she grew up singing in the same church where my grandmother who was my dad's mother played the piano when I was a child.
My grandmother died when I was seven and before she was born so they never met but she knows my whole family and we have a connection that's so deep that I know that our meeting was supposed to happen.
I really think my grandmother would have loved her cause my mom does.
She is always humming and I can tell she feels the rhythm.. . The beat.
I love her so.
She asked me to write something to this song cause it reminded her of me.
Donetta, here goes baby cause ironically I feel the same way.

(IN THE BEGINNING)
THE SOUND... THIS IS THE SONG SHE CHOSE... WOW...
https://youtu.be/R0FiCpwgeRM

Somewhere off in the flow where the old souls go after leaving this plane of existence there is a stirring...
They know of our meeting and they suspended in limbo speak telepathically...
They hum of we and it fills the heavens...
They wail and it sinks into souls...
A song so deep that  people living mundane existences on earth sense it...
It manifested the moment of creation when sun's erupted as stars.
The truth, and it careens off into the annals of time where it preordained was manifested the moment the phenotypical man looked into the prototypical woman's eyes.
Sun and Earth.
Let there be light.
It already foreseen by beings of fire in the chambers of Allah.
All this was known in the beginning...
I seed fertilized for thee...
My time in my mother's womb preparation for the arduous task of surviving these streets and jail cells...
I searching made good choices and bad.
I wandering this rock spinning and rotating...
Looking for you and there you were the truth, I looking so hard almost made the mistake of blindly passing you by...
Of giving up on finding you on this aspect of the continuum where my heart beats and my hair turns grey...
Right there and I should have seen when you were 27 solar years old...
So many the things I had seen...
Life, death and rebirth...
I remember you as I reminiscence introspective...
You are my truth.
I reflected in thee on my blended knee.
My honor... my love foretold belongeth to thee.

JERALD HAMZAH FARUQ MURPHY