SIMSBURY, CONNECTICUT (Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)

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JOURNAL #39

it was
from a valley
his great vision was born
the mentioned promised land
he had seen
was so very earthly real
his beloved dream
sculpted from scraps
of a chance reality
promised in youth
as it were
firmly transplanted
in the mindset of
a more tolerant
set of people
an unexpected leadership
elected from a vote
of his bright, hopeful peers
true greatness of spirit
lends itself to humility
goodness does not need
to be introduced
it is just there
in the set of the brow
the clearness of the eyes
the emotional timber of the
purposeful and the earnest
rumbling voice
he was a lamb of a lamb
so carefully selected
by one far greater than him
and sent out into this world
to be helpful to the collective
and likely just as helpless
to self
he ever always stood
in the angry sunlight of
danger
when he was not preaching from
a pulpit of shadows
Americans I pray will die
and live to be born again
remembering this firm
believer of men
as the one who lead the
brutally oppressed
out of the graves of their
stepped on dignity
and into the light of full acceptance
they each deserve
and now a memorial is being
lovingly built
for the heart that lives in that house
on that finely mentioned hill
a man who was a man but far more
than a man
a doctor
a reverend
a leader
a son
a husband
a dad
a man I cannot insult
by my ever forgetting him
and all he's done
to set a spiritual blaze
the uglier side of ideas
when it comes to
what should be
The God Given Equality
to every living man....................
(Jan. 18, 2011 531am)

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this after seeing on the late news where kids in Simsbury, Connecticut did some detective work and found out that when the Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King Jr. was 15 and 18 years old  during those two summers he and many other Moore house men went to Simsbury, Connecticut to work  in the tobacco fields to help make extra money for college. It was there that Rev Dr. King witnessed integration. He could go to church with whites, he could shop in the mercantile or eat at the diner and he could sit on any train seat he liked until he reached Washington DC's station where he then had to board a Jim Crowe car to get him back home to Alabama. So, when he gave his beloved I have a dream speech and said he had seen the promised land he saw it not from a mountain top like the Bible said but from a lovely low valley in Simsbury, Connecticut. To learn that he had a taste of what it was like to be more fairly treated moved me to tears and stirred this very poem to boil up from my deepest being. I consider this my (though belated by nearly 6 hours now as it were) birthday present to the beloved slain leader who would have been 82 years old upon this very day had those of a more sinister mind set not had the opportunity to stop his heart by spilling his blood. The murderer stopped the man but unknowingly to him he only more solidly insured the dream would feed off the very prophesy in which it belonged to once upon a darker, uglier, scarier, yet more certain evolution for God only created the human race, it was mankind that created racism...............

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