This title is from Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black .
Martin you could not of course
but you should have
seen it, the wind turned to
frozen thorns when your coffin
kissed the earth, they drilled
leprous holes in my arms
and the children all said
Mama please don’t Mama please—
but Friend where are you
I done searched the bellies
of stars and storms for your
miraculous voice I done walked seas
and seas of crippled night to hear
the songs of your touch and...
Friend of Mine when the dirt covered
your coffin crowds fainted
in the streets and up on hills
of their souls our children sang
“I’m goin’ up yonder, I’m
goin’ up yonder to be with
my Lord, ” but not without me
I’d always thought. Oh my Soul,
why you wanna go so far without me
but the most wondrous
thing, the kind of wondrous thing
that amazed you most, was
the sun gushing blood all over
my bereaved life while the preacher
said such nice true things about
you he must’a thought
he’d made them up, I recalled
as he spoke the early days
when we burned like two summers
in the shade of our hearts, I recalled
days of swimming bare-skinned
in the waters of each others’
freedom-hungry minds and even now
a cloud is coming yonder dripping bones
over my bones it is the kind
of wonder that amazed you most
oh dear good Martin, call me to where
you are please I long to show it to you.
--Aberjhani
© 1/31/2006
Bright Skylark Literary Productions
Your expressive words are emotional & very powerful I can feel this poetic write abounding the confines of sorrows depths.
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Take care,
Sherry
God bless,
Sandie.
Latorial Faison, Poet & Author
28 Days of Poetry Celebrating Black History
www.latorialfaison.com
"American Widow: Song for Coretta Scott King" sings with love the sublimity of gratitude.
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age,[c] against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.
13 Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
14 Stand therefore, having girded your waist with truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness,
15 and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace;
16 above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one.
17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God;
18 praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints—
19 and for me, that utterance may be given to me, that I may open my mouth boldly to make known the mystery of the gospel,
20 for which I am an ambassador in chains; that in it I may speak boldly, as I ought to speak.
These words of GOD were embodied in the immortal Dr. Martin Luther King Jr and his faithful wife Coretta Scott-King.
They stand tall on the Battlefield on which they've won their battles without shedding the blood of their enemies.
The war is now with us - and our children the stay the course and move forward, never allowing the enemy to breach our front line and take back what we've gained.
I apologize for the long response, but your powerful poem has been a source of fuel for the fire of the Holy Spirit that has consumed me.
God bless you Warrior Aberjhani!
Tyrone
Love & Light,
Joseph
Your heart has written this sincere and emotional twin tribute to Martin and Coretta, two people whose presence and actions shook the world !
Excellently crafted my friend
Peter
Well said too.
Love Tinka
love and peace...
Carole
Thanks for this offering. Nice as always.
-Emeka-
you are
A marvelous tribute, and I'm sure they are together again.
Mrs./Ms. Coretta Scott King lives on, as Dr. Martin does, in hearts, souls, words, progressions and freedom from frozen thorns and thoughts gone 'yon'.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Eileen^
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.