Poem of the Week | 2. Unattainable: A Commemorative Poem for Black History Month, by Theodore Wilson III

Samedi, 21 Février, 2015

Verse of the Day:

«En effet, les commandements: Tu ne commettras point d'adultère, tu ne tueras point, tu ne déroberas point, tu ne convoiteras point, et ceux qu'il peut encore y avoir, se résument dans cette parole: Tu aimeras ton prochain comme toi-même. L'amour ne fait point de mal au prochain: l'amour est donc l'accomplissement de la loi. » Romains 13.9-10

Quote of the Day:

“It is not the flesh that is real, it is the soul. The flesh is ash, the soul is flame.”—Victor Hugo

«Ce n’est pas la chair qui est réel, c’est l’âme. La chair est cendre, l’âme est flamme. »—Victor Hugo

French Fun Fact: It’s against the law to take pictures of police officers and police vehicles. (confessedtravelholic.com)

What’s Really Happening Over Here:

Weather – Mostly Cloudy, Precip. 40%

Temperature – 40⁰F, high of 46⁰

News – Greece has to stay in the Eurozone: Hollande (thelocal.fr)

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A Day In the Life:

Yesterday, I studied, I trained, and I biked to the church for youth group.

Unattainable: A Commemorative Poem for Black History Month

A dream. Some saw it as deferred, others saw it as denied.

They traversed in a boat across the great divide.

The "Cambe Belango" was more than just water

For those children ripped from the land of their fathers

They traveled a trail of blood, tears and vomit--

As the dark ships crawled down from freedom's summit

Down, down they went, and down deeper still

Avarice the catalyst from God’s to man's will

They arrived in the dungeon, guarded by faces of white

Who whipped them and raped them and stripped away rights

Yet the flame though it flickered, was never put out

Though constantly threatened by cruelty and doubt

The dream lived on, yet not without aid

The heat of slavery countered by abolitionist shade

And, as He always does, God made a way

Through presidents not afraid to emancipate

And soldiers willing to give their lives,

The dream remained alive.

 A dream.

Though they were treated less than human

They endured the harassment of the Klu Klux Klan

A race of men and women jaded

Whose dream of freedom never faded,

Used the rain to help them grow

Knowing that soon, the Son would show

Broken hearts and necks and skin

Could not affect the dream within

And the fire kindled by God Himself

was passed by torch to the next generations.

And those generations took hold in stride

Using reason and courage with God as their guide

As public servants, pastors, mothers and fathers

The were driven by a dream for their sons and daughters

So they boycotted and marched and spoke common sense

And they were beaten, and hanged and hosed

Yet they spoke the truth in love and nonviolence

Persistent until the matter was "closed".

Some saw the dream as deferred, some saw it as denied

But as its manifestation I label it unattainable.

For true equality can never be reached

Until God calls His children to table.

Written by: Theodore Wilson III