James Weldon Johnson (1871 – 1938) You are young, gifted, and Black. We must begin to tell our young, There’s a world waiting for you, Yours is the quest that’s just begun. James Weldon Johnson If-ing by Langston Hughes (1901 – 1967) If I had some small changeI’d buy me a mule,Get on that mule […] … Continue reading All Life Is Built From Song — Fourteen Lines
Lost in the woods I spy the door from a recurring dream a warm glow tucked between outstretched surface roots for no such tree I’ve known ever before the forest breathes, listen the breeze says you’re not lost, you’re here welcoming love all around let it find you.
Covering the forest floor, I had seen these roots before.
Perhaps in a dream, I wasn’t sure – I couldn’t remember most of my dreams when I woke up. But this was familiar, like de-ja-vu had me in its gentle grip. They seemed to have a life of their own, reaching into my memories, and guiding me back home.
The door, tiny, but I saw the light beyond the window.
I knocked, once, twice, three times and the wood door creaked open, to reveal what was inside. Was it heaven? Was it hell? Was it somewhere in between. I had long been convinced that the life I was living bordered on hell. Like everything was going wrong that could go wrong.
‘Tara,’ a voice from the beyond said. ‘Welcome home.’
grief is like driving over the speed limit in total darkness and people around are yelling at you for goin’ the wrong direction, you went there anyway ‘cos you wanna be over driving not seeing the light then boom! you hit the wrong spot before you knew it people who loves you are now the ones grieving.
you’re off to some place where grief is no longer present.
P.S.
this photo felt like grief for me. it gave me a strong overwhelming emotion of sadness.
dig a grave of me upon the shallow old oak tree no, not in the fancy cemetery where people are laid to rest for when i die i will not be at rest i don’t belong there.
my soul belongs to the vastness of the universe where i will wander and wander more maybe in the wilderness i will see the beauty of life i was deprived of when i was alive.
my spirit belongs to the deep blue ocean where i could freely swim down at the bottom of the sea and there maybe there i would find peace i so long to have for free.
i belong to the skies i belong to the seas i belong to the mountains the hills and the valleys.
dig a grave of me upon the shallow old oak tree and let me die freely in peace let me…