Saturday, September 19

Author: lana1967


I am a black man.I was planted in deep, loamy, black soil by my black father.Cradled, cultured and coaxed out like a tuber of yam by my black mother.Though I came from one womb, I am birthed by many mothers – some of skin like bark and timber, some of eyes of yellow like cassava.I have a scandalous affinity with shadows in this here regime of light.I know the suffering, the shame of being late no matter how punctual I get.I want to be held and seen and known, to be allowed the luxury of variance.I still feel the stings of a thousand lashes on my ancestral back, the cuts bleeding into my dawn, haunting my dusk.This justice, this one promised by your identity politics, it makes room for me, I thank you.Though this room is a dank cell with no bleeding windows. I cannot fly here.It holds me c...

Make Me a Channel of Your Peace

inspiration Lord, make me an instrument of your peace Where there is hatred, let me sow love Where there is injury, pardon Where there is doubt, faith Where there is despair, hope Where there is darkness, light And where there is sadness, joy O Divine Master, grant that I may Not so much seek to be consoled as to console To be understood, as to understand To be loved, as to love For it is in giving that we receive And it's in pardoning that we are pardoned And it's in dying that we are born to Eternal Life Amen.