Easter Hymn
Because readers asked.
Happy Easter – John
A last meal and blessing hand
Bring us peace in holy land
Make your neighbor a best friend
Hate has no place in holy land
My heart will fold as red as blood
Forgive I will my tears will flood
You were created to be good
An undivided brotherhood
Lavender blue will spread in spring
It’s peace of mind that it will bring
Don’t make hate your tool of life
End your endless words of strife
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Shout that peace is good for all
Not just you in clustered walls
Tear them down your flags of hate
They are NOT an act of faith
Shaking hands across the line
Sharing meals of bread and wine
Showing trust in someone’s heart
Making one a world apart
[And keep that dagger just in case
The other earthling shows bad grace ]
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Nothing wrong with what you said, John, that’s what the world needs, a puff of white smoke, was it Chief Whip, John?
But if you want to know how a Negro feels, you suck and hold it down. Imagine being in a glass box, and everytime you move towards something, your head gets bumped. It’s like being on train, John, and everybody is moving away because your whole body is covered with scabs and you’re in terrible pain, and they are scared to get your disease.
Dear Mariska, wherever you are. I have been going to Africa for years and even lived there. I have been in America for years. I have loved African women. I have never loved African-American women. Why? Sheer fear. They have been rooted out from their origins. Their family culture is so enormously different from mine. For many reasons, don’t take me wrong. Your body is not covered with scabs. I am not scared to get your disease, whatever that is. My wife is from Guyana, from East-Indian descent, but mixed in America with the black community. Two worlds apart, but one world in common: family, friendship and love. I hope you can keep a positive view. I try, and it has worked so far. All my best, John
I.m proud to tell you that today I layd a son of pure Chocolat.
His name is Henkie
We both wish his father a good journey to hell.
Thoughts we can all live by all the time, not just at Easter. Holidays or holy days, whichever you prefer to call days like Christmas and Easter, are at least meant to remind us how we should live each day and not just one or two days out of the year. Continued good luck on your “Some Women I have Known” series.
She is shaving her legs for me in the tub and several small cuts are brightly bleeding.
She says: want to use my water?
Happy easter yourself
Hiding my eggs for Bunny