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GIANT STEPS: WALKING WITH TRANE…
Spirits of our ancestors
Gather in the midst of my mind
Plowing furrows
Deeper into the womb
Of my being
Searching,
Seeking,
Squeezing the old rugged cross;
See-sawing the stalwart crescent;
Lighting holocaust candles---
Rebounders of truth’s Truth.
Spirits of our ancestors
Awaken my soul
With footprints of giant steps---
Leaving rudiments of the equinoxes
Ancients knew long before---
Long before the coming of missionaries
Bringing strange gifts---poisoning praises
To supreme manifestation the ancestors taught
Of God’s ever presence: sun, moon, stars---
Fertile Mother Earth.
Spirits of our ancestors
Gather in the midst of my mind
Plowing furrows
Deeper into the womb
Of my being:
Taking giant steps
Into truth;
Truth---the liberating force.
