Tears washed my ruddy cheeks
Dripped downward
Toward Earth
The soil we grow
Sprout, spread and
Invigorate
What is it that touches
The soul but a feeling of
belonging, to a higher
Greater brother- and sisterhood
Memories renewed
Cued by a simple
Word or tune or thought
John Lewis's body in a casket
Still moving, forever determined
To reach the other side of
The bridge
Another crossing, more
Good trouble
Greater days
Win today, struggle again
Not Tomorrow, now
Turn an ideal into
An act
Move on
Justice never waits
Or lingers too long
Three presidents plus one
Testify for John, his courageous
Self-sacrificing nonviolence
The immutable arc
Martin Luther King
Sharecropper's son
River of love
The voice, the piano
Notes resonate toward
Heaven, where is Heaven
Water the soil from
The soul through the eyes
Hold up your hands
Reach out
A cleansing, a baptism
Reborn again and again
And again, again
Always a crossing
Look for a sign
The way is the path, now
Hold head high
Reduced to a teardrop
A vote
A sign
An intention
To be righteous
To be inclusive
To live and die, repeat
Kevin, this is wonderful. I just watched the Obama eulogy. John Lewis is an American hero.
ReplyDeleteThis is remarkable, Kevin. So appreciate your sharing it.
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DeleteLovely, insightful, profound words for the ages.
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