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Looking out and above the snowy ground
Into a branched tree with snow-sprinkled leaves,
I saw a small reddish dangling leaf hanging
From a small frail-looking bending branch.
As I sat there staring, my mind began imaging
This leaf into a Calvary cross that gradually
Imaged into a hued heavy hanging black body.
In awe—looking down onto the snowy ground—
The revelation of this allegorical vision revealed
Its juxtaposed lesson: Crucifixion And Lynching;
(Reflecting also, 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 God is
The God of the oppressed who gave us the life of his Son
That we may ever know that He will always struggle with us
On our crucifying cross-bearing liberation 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 the melting are coming and our present political
Disparities and Black Power downings will have their
Resurrection and today’s winter-like Babylon will
Soon meet its—Ancient Written—sated fate:-
