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A Spiritual Pilgrimage  (Purple Candle)

Close your eyes and slowly inhale the touch of the wind          
It speaks of old Negro tales the ear refuses to lend          
Sacred whispers of the Middle passage as ships on troubled waters braved      
Christened by the dark depth as weary souls wade          
          
Captives of past generations residing in cramped living quarters on a journey to a new frontier          
Only to fall prey to savagery, more brutal than killing the buffalo and hunting the deer          
Shh… can you hear the echoes give us freedom as it bemoans          
Hope and prayers in the hymn of its unified songs          
Listen carefully to the swaying of the trees          
Can you feel the wraith of death funneling in the depth of the dark seas          
        
That triangle trade governed by water the flow taken its retribution upon humanity's lands          
God giveth, the rushing streams eradicating mementos back out to sea from the Hebrew man denied of their contributive hands          
Sinking, drowning civilization in its wicked path          
Tears in remembrance, bodies jettisoned over the ship in an internal bath          
        
Unto the hands who altered the destiny of my existence, souls lost in a murky grave          
I atone, for the steps now I must pave          
Plantation weary bones that gave me the umbilical cord passed down to me          
Tribes filled with the descendants of Kings and Queens          
We didn’t need the American dream          
Our beautiful hues bathed in the synergy of spiritual truth      
Footsteps in union, love and honor sought in the intellectual pursuit        
        
Our hands tilled the soil to bring to surface the kindred sentiments of our labor          
In its abundance we shared and in the presence of barren land we never wavered          
The strands of our hair, was the assure of our divine wealth          
The spices in the sway of our hips, a softened comfort to a warrior's heart, he felt, made his eyes melt          
Such beautiful language from the dialect of our tongues          
Vast acreage to nurture stretched beyond the horizon of the sun          
The universal was our stairs to the Heavens, the vows in our blood to be rebirthed absence of forlorn          
Rare amulets upon our necks adorned          
Giving unto the stars the loins to be fruitful and multiply of a male first born          
        
Peace, harmony as we roamed among the beasts          
Only taking in humbled blessing as we dined on their coats of honors as rotisserie flavored meat          
Giving back to the planet with seeds to sow in homage to their feast          
We hunted by day, prayed for deliverance at night          
Not suffering mental instability          
Rewards given unto us soaring with reverence of our earthly flights      
     
     
Copyright©SKC-2023
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 8th Dec 2023
Author's Note
Third Quarter Moon: Half of the moon is visible from Earth.

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