WHETHER BY THE SUN OF DAY OR THE MOON OF NIGHT...JUSTCE WAITS...

 

 

   

Whether By The Sun Of Day

Or The Moon Of Night…Justice Waits…

 

                     I

In the distance, the fading sun

Bade adieu

And slipped behind the golden horizon;

The moon slowly sneaked

From behind the ivory clouds and

Greeted the ebony night;

 

The shadows of day now became

Those of the night---flickering

Shadows of the ghost of our children---

Quiet, whispering echoes silent by

Untimely deaths whose spirits

Wander freely to live on---that their names

Like that of Emmett Till’s---be not forgotten.

 

In the dawning hours following low twelve,

The moon faithfully waits the returning sun;

Albeit this be the nature of things in nature,

We can’t wait for the return of God given freedom;

We can’t wait for the wrinkles of justice to be ironed out.

 

Indeed, it is not so much that the moon waits the coming of day;

Rather it is the rising sun, in the presence of the moon, that

Breaks the shackles of night; giving freedom, setting a new day afoot.

 

                                      II

And so it must be with us---strong black hammers---shaping

Our destiny---setting afoot new days and nights of freedom

In the midst of old anvils of injustice and racist creeds---

Still struggle to mold us into powerless black eunuchs we would be

Rather than the renewed black men we will be---infused with a new

Kind of power: fueled by an audacious faith in self and our Creator.

 

So rise, you mighty black men---renew priorities for the new day coming

Or forever remain stuck in the despair that continues to darken our days and nights.

Arise, you mighty black men---today justice waits to be released from bondage.