In the afternoon
 . .  ..  …
Who am I?

Have you got me figured out?

Come and tell me…

Do you care?  Do you Care?

Hear the wind, but not the breeze,
Rise to wake from your dis-ease.
You’ve got a fever – I’m Mr. Free’s!
So follow me now – if you please.
I speak clearly like a gumshoe –
Put down your weapons – now, all of you!
The Violent will never hear what’s true.
Carefully art thou chosen, chosen to imbue.
Light of Beauty – Oh, Salt of the Earth,
Whoever finds the Treasure has found inner-worth,
Allah is the One – not subject to birth.
This is Dread Serious – so come out of your mirth!

In the afternoon – who are you?
            And when I say, “Do Good,”
                        will you act on cue?
Is it really true – I love you?
Here’s my heart’s gift impromptu!

YaH Bless you,
  make you Holy!
Give you light, now,
  one-eye fully.
Go love the world
  like a rain cloud ~
and let not your prayer
  be soft or loud.

Hear my words – I speak them truly,
Love’s a sword, truth a shield – I wield duly.
  I draw you in like a lever and pully.
                        You be the meek
                                    and let
                                    God be the
                                                Bully!

                                                                        Selah!