With this prose, I am going back in time where there could have been such a thing as black history poems for church. Where we take the gospel into our own hands and we push the limits of things that can be accomplished and we push the very fabric of our spirits to make sure that we are seen and heard.
And if nothing else, I can hear you and that is gospel. I am singing a hymn right now to myself and I know that in my heart the world can hear me. In the undertones I can hear the hymns of others lightly blowing in the ether and I am moved by them.
Our history is the worlds history and we are more than we seem and still dont measure up to what we can actually achieve in this world.
Love stands supreme and our love of self is what keeps us in tact and consistently moving forward.