HOME TO CELEBRATE A HOME GOING...

The humid Brazos breeze blows

Like Gold Coast winds on a Gore day

When slave ships sailed from ancestral lands.

Salted winds push frothing waves

Of pallid green Gulf waters

Stealing dirty white sands in Nubian moonlight:

Reflecting panther sheen smooth skins shining

In the moonlight like silky feathers of the raven’s breast.

Scented gumbo---remembered love---

Hold back the aquifers of tears: time, space and truth

Etching happiness between the pews of blessed realities.

Like the waves, we have returned; and with us,

Redemption songs washed in the blood of undying faith:

Nubian queens and I, praising Elders for the gifts they gave.

We are home again to celebrate another Home Going;

And all is well.  On the beams of the Son’s sun

We kneel pray and say: Well done.  Well done indeed.