Around 4:00 am on 27 of May I awakened from a sound sleep with a simple, silent phrase spoken to my heart:
'confusion' - from the Greek 'akatastasia' - meaning instability, disorder, commotion, confusion, tumult
'stern' (or fierce) - from the Hebrew 'az' - meaning vehement, harsh, power, strong, greedy
promising that He alone can restore order,
as long as we do things His way.
We don't look to be ruled.
Our power comes from those declarations first put to paper
right here in Philadelphia all those years ago.
That we the people can form a more perfect union.
That's who we are.
That's our birthright.
The propensity to
SHAPE OUR OWN DESTINY."
(caps not in transcript, used for emphasis)
the Author of Confusion,
the Man of Fierce Countenance
has just removed his mask?