“Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life.”―Buddha
the old ladies
in the big hats
singing the songs of Zion –
not in the choir,
but from the corner
facing the pulpit –
the Amen Corner –
the pre-11:00am-service devotion –
“I know it was the blood
Yes, I know it was the blood
I know it was the blood for me –
One day when I was lost
Jesus died upon the cross
And I know it was the blood for me.”
I don’t know if they still
sing these old songs in black churches –
I lost that cultural connection –
like so many artifacts overlooked,
broken, moving from place to place.
But I remember them, fondly –
a part of my youth and upbringing.
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
It is true.