SA TO SA

     In the South Wing of St. Paul United Methodist Church

African American spirits of disrupted ancestors moan ancient chants over precious relics, empowered tailsmans



While the elegant remains of elders stare back from frozen exhibits of primitive lifestyles in tune with their God in natural scientific balance to Earthmother song.



Charged with energy around African mosaic shadows of musicians inhabit a back room T-Bow, Nu Rhythmics, Kalimba (Life), Jana (Yesterday), Uhuru (Freedom)...

The ceiling-high windows have been removed

The old texts are revealed

Vacationing descendants examine ancient clothing and jewelry

Vacated seats seek conscious alignment

Poets strike for their right to learn

African words fly free in San Antonio



Silent elders keep watch and enjoy the music

The names of all things are sacred like thoughts breathing clean air more than loving living means giving.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem because I got inspired from South African music performed from T-Bow & the Nu Rhythmics. I wrote this poem in August 2002.

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