Follow-up on Pilgrim Temple Event

I must say that I enjoyed myself at Pilgrim Temple CME on the south end of East St Louis. Pastor Clark was inspirational, and everyone made me feel at home. As promised here is the transcript from my inspirational thoughts presented to the audience in two parts:

I opened up with a short confession of the fact that I had not been to a church in three years. I presented this poem for part one:

For Coretta Scott King

I saw a dream shine on us
She bought gifts for many today
A hopefulness like no other
A child of God
Graced us with her selflessness

This dream our dream
Never did it subside
Or give way to new lights
It flashes still in our hearts and minds

The many steps she took
All over the history books
Cannot be appreciated fully
Unless you see how God works

Coretta inspired many
A center in the Jerusalem of America
Unyielding drive for social change
A love for all people
Holding onto the "I have a dream" still

The second time I went up to the podium I caught the children's choir off guard by asking them to participate in one of the poems:

These Feet

We step faithfully
Like spring dreams constantly sprout
We were planted here
Still stepping
>>>Choir response (CR) These feet!

These feet give us hope
Our brave nights enlighten days
Dry tears on petals
Still stepping
(CR) These feet!

Coretta flower
Sailing onward in our hearts
No one can stand still
Still stepping
(CR) These feet!

Give glory to God
For cold and hot clouds above
Drench ourselves in love
Still stepping
(CR) These feet!

We smell crops growing
Our harvest is tomorrow
Celebrate today
Still stepping
(CR) These feet!

Descendants of peace
Stand on assured roots of time
See no boundaries
Still stepping
(CR) These feet!

Mother's charisma
Hugging the world joyfully
Raising summer fields
Still stepping
(CR) These feet!

We cried yesterday
So God smiles on us today
Promised forever
[The choir surprised me by exclaiming "These feet!" one last time.

I made a brief comment, and continued with:

So I Am

Our feet are like gold
Priceless dreams of steam
Rising to new heights

We will truly be more
Walking steady in God's light
To be a soldier

Our hands are priceless
The seasons forever change
So we can be bold

We're not colors
Reflections of inner light
We are God's flashlights

I ended by stating that when we walk into a room people should ask "Who turned on the light" for if we don't have that affect we need to go back out and come in again. I presented a brief history of my writing chronology, and passed out my website address (at the request of my unofficial agent Mr. David W. Brown, Jr.)