ALL God’s Childrens’ Aint Got “Heavy” Shoes!
God
placed His heavy weight
in
my shoes. Therefore,
“my
feet’s” and I, shall not, be moved,
nor
complain. The eyelids of my shoes
remind
me, to watch, fight, and pray.
The tongue of
my shoe
is but a two-edged sword.
Speaks volume! Cuts going in!
AND…coming out for sure.
My shoes’ inner sole
reminds me to love the Lord God with all my heart.
With all my mind. And, with all my soul!
The shoe heel
reminds me; to not see
the plagues that surround me,
nor the valley lows or mountain tops before me,
BUT rather
to look to the hills
from which “MY” help comes.
Which is, the Father God (within me).
The 2-tied loops,
lacing my shoes
touts’ a knot, and
is but a threefold cord.
The cord
represents the noose
and the knot reminds
me: THAT…
I. WEAR. SOME. HEAVY. SHOES. fo sho!
ALL God’s childrens’ aint got heavy
shoes to bear!
I wear a size S.L.A.V.E.R.Y.
What size ‘YOU’ wear?
Dedicated to: “my Momma,” who taught me how to
‘watch’, fight and pray. I miss you B.A.D.
A B.A.D. Poem
Five Boots -- David Gould
Eugene O’Neill started developing ideas for his expressionist play about a racially-mixed marriage, “All God's Chillun Got Wings,” in 1922, wrote it in the fall of 1923, and revised it for the stage in 1924. It premiered at the Provincetown Playhouse in the Greenwich Village area of New York on 15 May and ran until 24 October. O’Neill borrowed the title of a 19th-century spiritual. The play’s star, Paul Robeson, later recorded the song and, in 1933, donated its proceeds to Jewish refugees fleeing Hitler's Germany.
ReplyDeleteI got a robe, you got a robe
All o' God's chillun got a robe
When I get to heab'n I'm goin' to put on my robe
I'm goin' to shout all ovah God's Heab'n
Heab'n, Heab'n
Ev'rybody talkin' 'bout heab'n ain't goin' dere
Heab'n, Heab'n
I'm goin' to shout all ovah God's Heab'n
I got-a wings, you got-a wings
All o' God's chillun got-a wings
When I get to heab'n I'm goin' to put on my wings
I'm goin' to fly all ovah God's Heab'n
Heab'n, Heab'n
Ev'rybody talkin' 'bout heab'n ain't goin' dere
Heab'n, Heab'n
I'm goin' to fly all ovah God's Heab'n
I got a harp, you got a harp
All o' God's chillun got a harp
When I get to heab'n I'm goin' to take up my harp
I'm goin' to play all ovah God's Heab'n
Heab'n , Heab'n
Ev'rybody talkin' 'bout heab'n ain't goin' dere
Heab'n, Heab'n
I'm goin' to play all ovah God's Heab'n
I got shoes, you got shoes
All o' God's chillun got shoes
When I get to heab'n I'm goin' to put on my shoes
I'm goin' to walk all ovah God's Heab'n
Heab'n , Heab'n
Ev'rybody talkin' 'bout heab'n ain't goin' dere
Heab'n, Heab'n
I'm goin' to walk all ovah God's Heab'n
Renee Drummond-Brown's "All God's Children Ain't got Heavy Shoes" reminds me of why I am so blessed to have God in my life... Exceptional!
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DeleteThank you sister Denise Boozer. Although, we are many miles apart, I thank God for placing my weighted shoes onto your lighted path. I thank God that He gave you a keen ear to hear my poetic words, vision to encourage me on this journey-way, a voice to dissect my poetic flow and wisdom to truly understand me as a writer. I am so very blessed to be connected with someone who shared the very same literature teacher/Instructor as me. May Mr. Hugh Gilmore Jr., rest in peace but his seeds of humanity flourish within our writings forever. Respectfully submitted, Author Renee Drummond-Brown (Renee's Poems with Wings are Words in Flight).
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