Go and Do.

Say, oh

say that star-spangled banner 

      does yet wave. The brave doctor King did

raise his voice and he did

call out to a people from amongst the fields and forges 

       of this imperfect nation. Yes, he did

challenge us from atop the steps of blood-bought 

       liberty to

gather, and to

carve from the mountain of despair a stone of hope; 

       thus did the

       oppression of a former age

become the foundation of a new work of freedom upon the 

       earth.

Be free.

Pull that barge, and

tote that bale became, no longer,  some strawboss command, 

       but instead, a new summons to

do the work of living free. No free lunch, you

know.

Watch the sun rise and set as ye

stand upon that old mountain of despair, to

conquer it, and to

wield a chisel upon its craggy immensity..

Listen to  the whistling of the wind across our prairie 

      land.

Hear the cry of the hoot owl in the forest.

Sleep.

Rise up.

Gather the seed, and

plant it.

Grow.

Dig out the iron, and

smelt it for steel.

Find the copper, and

collect the sun.

Drill.

Seek the gold.

Give it to your wife, to your children.

Multiply what your fathers and mothers have sewn into your world. 

       Though it be small, it

be much, enough to

work with.

Extract the resources of a new age from the cracks of 

       the old.

Lift up from the fissures of failing institutions the 

       cornerstones of the next.

Pull that wire.

Draw that dream.

Sing.

Key that message to your people.

Build future. It aint what it used to

be. Your welfare rests not upon an SS check;  

      yeah, it doth

kindle behind your eyes. It doth

smolder between your shoulders.

Go, and

do.

Labor,

Love.

Wait no longer, but do

wait upon the Lord.

Selah.

Glass half-Full