Whether By the Sun of Day Or the Moon of Night: Justice Waits

for I In the distance, the fading sun bade adieu and slipped behind the golden horizon; the moon slowly sneaked from behind the ivory clouds and greeted the ebony night. The shadows of the day became those of the night; flickering shadows of the ghost of our children. In the darkness of mind their whispering echoes are heard—echoes from wandering spirits whispering— that slaughtering murders of Emmett Till and other ebony souls be not forgotten. Now…in the dawning hours following low twelve… the moon faithfully waits upon the returning sun. Indeed, it is not so much that the moon waits for day, rather it is the rising sun…in the presence of the moon… that breaks cosmic shackles…setting a new day afoot… Albeit this is the nature of things in nature, we cannot wait for the return of that freedom only God can give; no, we can’t wait for the wrinkles of justice to be ironed out. In the midst of old anvils of injustice and racist creeds, we must be as strong black hammers moulding destiny now. So rise you mighty ebon liberating warriors; now is the time and the time is now—today justice waits to be released from bondage.