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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.
