Crossing the Jordan
Like most everything worthwhile
Crossing the Jordan is a process
Requiring the efforts of you and me
Realizing Martin’s dream with the simplest
immediacy
A smile, a greeting, a handshake
Or a determined subduing of vestigial emotions
Flashing at the sight of skin color, not character
Hinting that the fight is not over,
Nor merely a political external
But inwardly spiritual
Bringing encouragement are children
At play doing amazing things
Unconscious of the beast
That preyed on adults and children
In the twilight days before Martin crossed the
Jordan.
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