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.