Black People : Miracle of the ordinary

Chaka

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Peace. We have always been clear thinkers within the scope of our understanding, but cause and effect have not formed the basis for our thinking. We do not chart and measure the vast field of nature or express her wonders in the terms of science; on the contrary, we see miracles on every hand--the miracle of life in seed and egg, the miracle of death in a lightning flash and in the swelling deep! Nothing of the marvelous can astonish us--a beast could speak or the sun stand still. The virgin birth seems scarcely more miraculous than is the birth of every child that comes into the world, and the miracle of the loaves and fishes excites no greater wonder than the harvest that springs from a single ear of corn. Let us not forget that even for the most contemporary thinker, who sees a majesty and grandeur in natural law, science cannot explain everything. We all still have to face the ultimate miracle--the origin and principle of life. This is the supreme mystery that is the essence of worship and without which there can be no religion. In the presence of this mystery all peoples must take an attitude much like that of us, who beholds with awe the Divine in all creation. And to the sister. To her poetic mind the imminent birth of her child prefigures the advent of a great spirit--a hero, or the mother of heroes--a thought conceived in the virgin breast of primeval nature, and dreamed out in a hush broken only by the sighing of the pine tree or the thrilling orchestra of a distant waterfall. And when the day of her days in her life dawns-the day in which there is to be a new life, the miracle of whose making has been entrusted to her--she seeks no human aid. She has been trained and prepared in body and mind for this, her holiest duty, ever since she can remember. When, at last, a sacred voice comes to her out of the silence, and a pair of eyes open upon her in the wilderness, she knows with joy that she has borne well her part in the great song of creation, and no look of a lover could be sweeter than its deep and trusting gaze.
 
" When, at last, a sacred voice comes to her out of the silence, and a pair of eyes open upon her in the wilderness, she knows with joy that she has borne well her part in the great song of creation, and no look of a lover could be sweeter than its deep and trusting gaze. "

Powerful..

So many hear.. but can't see.
 

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