Poem by Duncan J. Hanna
I was awakened in the night on March 2, 1989 and I looked at the clock and it was 1:30 AM and I looked over to my right and on the wall ( just below where the ceiling meets the wall) I saw (by an open vision) written in luminous yellow like fire the words “LET FREEDOM RING”.
Upon being immediately awakened and inspired I got up and began to write as inspiration the words contained in the poem.
Down through the ages of history, we’ve heard the voice of many waters sing, But one distinct part of that voice not too long ago, cried out “Let Freedom Ring”.
That cry deep down in the depth of one’s soul to obtain one must continually seek it. But every so often to remind us of this, a voice will arise that will speak it.
Through it comes through frail human frames that voice of which we all are a part. We would be wise to consider the words of the Author and Voice from whom we all got our start.
“Forgive one another as I have forgiven you”, is one big part of the key; So from our chains of self-interest and greed, we can love, and give and be free.
From our birth we’ve all had a spirit and it must grow its own wings to fly. We must each grow our own feathers and launch out alone, when these wings take their first try.
Some call it leaving the nest, others growing up or maturing, whether it’s 10, 20 or 30 odd years, It’s all preparation for enduring.
The journey in life set ahead for each one of us, marked out by our Father before, so we with our own eyes can really see, what has always been in store.
It has been coined predestination, foreknowledge, chance, coincidence, sometimes even fate, But it’s that hidden, guiding purpose in life that will reveal each one of our traits.
So with this rhyme, or poetry, or song, I soon hope we all can sing, The theme together, once and for all, Dear Lord, help us; “Let Freedom Ring”.
It will not come by politics, religion, or method of partisan or bi-partisan ploy. Freedom will come when we amend our ways and stop treating life as a toy.
Responsibility is our sacred trust, for our brother’s keeper are we. When you begin to shoulder this Ark (your service in life), you’re just beginning to see.
The blessing on this sojourn down here that has been here all along Is our music sheet given to each one of us, and our part in Redemption’s Song.
So don’t fear, go on from here, in the service of life without the fear of death, And you’ll find out that what was feared and called last is really your first true breath.
by Duncan Hanna
Apache Junction , AZ
*Copyright 1989
*(may copy and distribute freely, but not to sell)
“But there is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding.”
Job 32:8 KJVA