Smiling With the Ancestors

Smile if I could smile if I would smile as I should… I can see ancestors smiling down on you and me… They’re singing for us to lean on them when we feel weak for they are with us like living beings giving what we seek in our friend Jesus… Being truly in this together against the unruly in the present weather there’s still something we hold even though nature we don’t control… We’re not mere bards but today’s troubadours Griots of village yards… Keys of faith’s hoping doors singing tears of thanksgiving and praising we’re still living… still living…still living on since the day we were born for the ancestors laid the way and left the footprints to trod towards the change-coming day As we continue trek onward knowing this pitiful potus is not the boss… In hell, his soul shall surely rot for our Lord Jesus has risen from the cross! So smile…sea to sea with the ancestors smiling on both you and me still down here foot-printing: Hey…God will take care of us; And so will our brother… Jesus. So peace be still and fear not… Holy redemption is here on the spot.