DAY 4...The Legacy of Women

The Legacy of Women: Carnivale

Farewell to flesh and its dark bands escape
And bid adieu to striving and to faith
For having seen him  beck'ning us to come
She needs no longer hope for faith is done
And having reached the place prepared for her
She lifts her voice in glorious thanks and praise
And looks out through the dark glass now made clear
Beseeching Him to shower us with grace
For oft we do not understand His plans
And ponder long His unsearchable hand 

DAY 3...Release me

My Grandmother’s Skin

In my grandmother’s skin

lies true power

From the Sun without and

From the blood within.

In her skin can be seen

The map of her world

From dark Indian hills to

White Tropical shores

The secrets of a thousand days and nights

Are inscribed on her dermis

And those with eyes to read

Can glean great wisdom from her pages

Tears and sweat have laid down tracks

Along that ebon road

And I can follow those paths to

The end of grief

And the joy that cometh in the morning

Do not misjudge the craggy slopes

Or wavy river rapid running

Across the oft traversed landscape

of her fathomless features

Beauty is her hallmark

And in her regal bearing

Favor can be found

And as she lay

In quiet repose

Petrified in her final state

I have come to read

Past my grief

Her legacy of love

Written in folded arms

and stylus fingers

pointed towards

a now silent heart

having unburdened itself 

of all its love and hope

which now resides in 

our memories of the

sweet smile

the gentle touch

the warm, smooth rasp

of my grandmother's skin.  

DAY 2...Could It be...

Point of No Return: This monument, along the "Road of the Slaves" in the West-African country of Benin, commemorates the countless Africans who were kidnapped and sold as slaves between the 16th and 19th centuries. (Photo Credit: Atlantide Phototravel/Corbis)

Michael Card writes:

Could it be you make your Presence known 

So often by Your absence

Could it be that questions tell us more

Than answers ever do...

And I must say when i think about the atrocities committed in the name of 

God and Country...He must be right.

ANGER

A rotten world 

Gone wrong, awry.

Rich and poor, 

Black and white, 

Bond and free, 

Peace and fight, 

Light and darkness, 

Wrong and right.

Streams of color, 

Weave together, 

Linking lives

in loving hate. 

Son and Mother, 

Dad and daughter, 

In the crucible of fate.

Knot of anger, 

Old cold Magma, 

Buried deep

in soul's dark pit. 

Icy madness, 

Cancerous sadness, 

Stifled screams,

eyes burning slits.

Ponderous thumping, 

Inner burning, 

Scalding torrent,

dark and deep. 

Rushing, 

Screeching, 

Upward reaching, 

Bursting forth

in hot black heat. 

Can you feel me sometimes thats how it is best leave it at those times....

Twenty-Eight Days of Black History

EUROPEAN GREED

+

UNTAPPED POTENTIAL

=

WEALTH

Don't try to make it into what it isn't

It was nothing but greedy men and women

Mostly white, but others as well...

 “There are three things that are never satisfied,
   four that never say, ‘Enough!’:
¹⁶ the grave, the barren womb,
   land, which is never satisfied with water,
   and fire, which never says, ‘Enough!’

Proverbs 30: 15-16

AFRICA....DAY 1

I cannot actually fathom from where I have come

I cannot truly understand my history

I am cut off from my own reality

drowned in whitewashed comedy

A impressionistic hell 

in Dante's inferno

Nonetheless...I must seek to understand 

I must seek to bridge

To develop my Pride

To live my hope

and drink from the cup.

Enjoy Maya Angelou's AFRICA...

Thus has Day 1 ended.