i measured ... it's a full eleven and one half inches ... my pillow top mattress, that is, and so very close to fifty am I. Here in the bottom half of the east side of this country. Tennessee. We have many a folk without the warmth and comfort of a home. But, worse ... we have many a folk without the warmth and comfort of a church body. Cause, they don't know, what they don't know. However, when we shelter them in the refuge of our house, our church house, our prayer house ... we received the gift of opportunity to share HIS love ... HIS forgiveness ... HIS kindness. And, it's NO sacrifice to put my pillow top to shame.
I am from the walk and I am from the wait.
I am from the coal of the sharecropper
I am from the wait and I am from the walk
the walk and the wait are together as one
I am from the cracks of the mason block
I am from the still standing four rooms
four rooms that birth more than fifthteen
I am from Knot and I am from D
yes, just D
I am from Lula and I am from Lillian
I am from Eula and I am from D Jr.
I am from the fair ... yet I am from the ground
I am from an old Hymn with no words
I am from the word and I am from a song
I am from Europe and I am from the far reaches
of african continent unseen ... never touched
I am from chittlins and hot sauce
I am from a good pickled fish sandwich
the white bread colored with mustard ... am I
I am from TOM and Jessie
a love of generational pain ...
I am from boxes of unpacked truth
I am from the bottom of brown crinckled sacks
I am from sweet potatoes and yams
I am from sweet milk colored with coffee
I am from the walk and I am from the wait.
I am from the here and I am from the there
I am from the sit and I am from the stand
I am from the with HIM I am.
