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I have a poem on Val’s blog.  Don’t we have fun.  🙂

Obama’s Speech Heralded as Historic” contains major quotations from my friend Alton B. Pollard III, Dean of the Divinity School at Howard University. It was due to Alton’s influence that I went back to school and earned a master’s degree at Wake Forest, where I studied creative writing and African American history and religion. The course I took in “African American Religious Experience” was taught by Alton Pollard. And it was in this class that I wrote my first paper on Martin Luther King, Jr. It was through Alton Pollard that I first visited Emmanuel Baptist Church, where he preached with power and my heart remains.

[Please note: The Rev. Dr. John Mendez was the Senior Pastor at EBC both then and now.]

Race was never an issue that was going to disappear,” Pollard said. “It’s too much a part of our national fabric to think that we can gloss over it and move on without having to contend mightily with each other.”

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Balcony Room
—for Alton B. Pollard, III

Rustling leaves welcome the breezes,
but tree trunks remain silent.
I recognize the cry of an owl,
not the scuffling: that I cannot explain—

nor Jesus in Alton’s face.
Both. Shining. From the dark.
It is not the day that holds the fire—
nor is there consolation in moonlight,

but rather: where time and place
don’t seem to matter,
nor the colors of skin,
falsely bleached by the bright sun

into a feigned harmony,
’til I’ve forgotten if it is hue or tone
of which we vainly speak. Yes,
the night embellished as it deepened,

enhancing, as the night will do,
that which by day remains shadow.
I know what I saw in the upper room:
what cloaked me in gooseflesh—

and beckons gently now.

from Gathering the Broken Pieces

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Perhaps a King, Reincarnate
—for Alton

I remember you from the dream, Alton—
sitting in the quadrangle among the others
on the bleachers, unnoticed—

while the choir was singing
in those dark hours:
Here—comes David’s anointing.

And gently I prodded your stone-set back,
reaching around two younger men,
hoping to gain your attention.
I remember the dream,

not the melody.
I remember those great clouds of witness.
I remember that I failed—in the dream.

Yes. And who, among us,
descended from African Kings?
You moved down the aisle with a sway—

a preacher in a Baptist church:
Long white shirt, pants, robe, pink-
trimmed. You told us
blackness was a gift. How could I forget that?

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first published in TimBookTu

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Friendship

We spoke quietly, so as not to
disturb the others, the night we
talked in his car. The age-old

questions, complicated by sex
and race, ignored, since even
the trees saw how I loved him,

and how, in answer to prayer,
he held my lighter hand in his
hand, both larger and darker.

first published in TimBookTu

Jesus . . . removed his outer garments and, taking a towel, wrapped it round his waist; he then poured water into a basin and began to wash hid disciples’ feet and wipe them with the towel he was wearing. . . .
[He said], “I have given you an example so that you may copy what I have done to you.” John 13: 4-5, 15

“Just before entering on the road of his passion he washed the feet of his disciples and offered them his body and blood as food and drink. These two acts belong together. They are both an expression of God’s determination to show us the fullness of his love. . . . What is astonishing is that upon both occasions Jesus commands us to do the same. . . . He calls us to a total self-giving. He does not want us to keep anything for ourselves. Rather he wants our love to be as full, as radical, and as complete as his own. He wants us to bend ourselves to the ground and touch the places in each other that most need washing. he wants us to say to each other, ‘Eat and drink of me.’ By this complete mutual nurturing, he wants us to become one body and one spirit, united by the love of God. . . .”

to read the rest of this devotional see Show Me the Way: Daily Lenten Readings by Henri Nouwen

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