Having lived my entire life in the toils of our heritage of slavery and racism, I could only respond to the election of November 4, 2008, with these words:
A People Passing Over
Wing of mercy
touched,
brushed,
came over us,
a blinding of our eyes.
Rain in rustled air
washed all past wrongs,
soaked up the stench of buried griefs,
the broken earth now covered by a miracle.
Rivers of blood,
oceans of blood,
passed over,
claimed the rain,
the wind,
became again
the waters of life.
People sought to bury it in news,
but we knew to heart
that it was whispers
of the Word.