[MAY WE MEET AGAIN] THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO MY COUSIN MILDRED NETTA BUT IT IS ALSO DEDICATED TO MY FAMILY THE MURPHY'S AND THE JOLLY'S...
PLEASE LISTEN TO THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/va4aIjwjR8s
May we meet again on the other side...
We my family whom I love so much... May we have no more strife.
May I meet all who made this possible... these our lives.
We been through so much... Seen so many things...
We children of African origin born in the harsh and brutal south...
Red clay roads and cotton fields...
Hogs, goats and cows...
May we meet in a place where all these worldly concerns are no more...
We sitting at the feet of ancestor listening to a knowledge drop of epic proportions.
We who have traveled the earth and left a mark.
May we meet again and never have to cry as we look at the sky and wonder why...
We in the flow where we are continuous... The wind and the rain.
We children of Allah born in these mortal shells...
These castles erected of sun and dust, carbon infused into our structure...
You mean so much to me as my helix and yours spin off and create future life...
We having done our part.
May we meet again and hold hands like we did when we were children.
When it all so fresh and new lay spread before our virgin eyes... We who once saw infinity.
May we meet again on the other side.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
PLEASE LISTEN TO THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/va4aIjwjR8s
May we meet again on the other side...
We my family whom I love so much... May we have no more strife.
May I meet all who made this possible... these our lives.
We been through so much... Seen so many things...
We children of African origin born in the harsh and brutal south...
Red clay roads and cotton fields...
Hogs, goats and cows...
May we meet in a place where all these worldly concerns are no more...
We sitting at the feet of ancestor listening to a knowledge drop of epic proportions.
We who have traveled the earth and left a mark.
May we meet again and never have to cry as we look at the sky and wonder why...
We in the flow where we are continuous... The wind and the rain.
We children of Allah born in these mortal shells...
These castles erected of sun and dust, carbon infused into our structure...
You mean so much to me as my helix and yours spin off and create future life...
We having done our part.
May we meet again and hold hands like we did when we were children.
When it all so fresh and new lay spread before our virgin eyes... We who once saw infinity.
May we meet again on the other side.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
