The Day Gone By
Earl Stewart, Jr.
Sitting and reflecting on the echoes of yesterday,
How pleasurable does the journey seem.
Merely a day or two ago, I was a child,
Bubbling over with the essence of youth, and
Prospect, and promise.
A cloud of witnesses lovingly surrounds me,
As I grab hold of their spirits . . .
How God blessed me to be loved by their
Gestures, their time, their attention, their erudition . . . Their
Hands of instruction
Voice of correction
Faith in God.
Faith in all that He would, could, and should
Bless me to be.
O how glad I am.
Amazed at the journey now I stand,
Like the Live Oak on the corner of my
Birthplace, at the intersection of
Origin and archives of time . . .
I shall not be moved.
Memories of our laughter, our joy,
Our worship together, our meals and deals
And love of all and for all comfort me,
As I reflect this very day.
I am the remnant of their prayers and hope that remains . . .
The dream of my ancestors . . . the hope of the slave.
God be my fervent guide, is what I pray.
As I take stride, from Grace’s standpoint, to be different . . .
To make a difference . . .
In whatever way, in however and for whomever
Bless me indeed, this very day, as You did
In the day silently gone by
Like a whisper in the cool September wind.
I bless Your name for sheer salvation’s sake.
Therein lives and lies the end.