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REMAINING STEADFAST WARM
IN THE STRUGGLE’S SNOWY STORM
Looking out up above
the snowy ground into
a branched tree with spiny
snow sprinkled leaves, there
it was: a small reddish colored
leaf; its dangling stem hanging
from a small bent-down branch.
As I sat there staring,
my mind began imaging
this leaf into a Calvary cross
that gradually imaged into
a hued hanging body.
In awe, looking down onto the
snowy ground, the revelation of the
allegorical vision revealed its juxtaposed
lesson: crucifixion and lynching trees—
(Remember Jesus and Simon of Cyrene)
Indeed, from the first snatching of
our ancestors from the womb of
Mother Africa, to the snowy days
of these treacherous times, we have
known that our God is the God of the
oppressed who gave us the life of his Son
that we ever may know that he will always
struggle with us on our freedom sojourn.
Therefore, let us be ever mindful that in
the mattering of our black lives, no matter
what the weathering may be, we must make
it plain that we will wholeheartedly remain on
the “battlefield of the Lord”—struggling with
his grace unto death—in the resurrection
and holy renewal of our sacred liberation.
Thus, let us be not dismayed in the present rainy,
snowing, and freezing political discontent; rather let’s
be forever mindful that like the settling of waters of Noah,
the halting and melting is coming and that our present political
disparities and black power outings will have their resurrection and
today’s winter’s Babylon will soon meet its ancient written sated fate.
