A People Passing Over

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.