Christmas
Creative Darkness
The Creative Darkness
of Christmas
Poems
Written Reflection
Songs - Reflection
June 2020 poem by then 7-year-old Nylah Abitimo-Jones - recorded version in the right
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Black
Black. Listen.
Black is beautiful, Black is excellent,
Black is love, Black is elegant,
Black is my favourite colour,
Black books on my bookshelves,
Daddy told us if they don’t teach us then we should teach ourselves,
Mama smears Shea Butter so I shine and love myself,
Please don’t touch my hair, it’s like taking our wealth.
Dave said, the truth they are erasing it so I talked to mum and dad, my family tree we are tracing it.
Black is the future,
Me and my sisters we are making it,
Sports day last summer, the gold medal I was taking it.
“The Work of Christmas” composed by Howard Thurman, - theologian, educator, and civil rights leader, from The Mood of Christmas and Other Celebrations
“The Work of Christmas”
When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with their flocks,
the work of Christmas begins:
to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among the people,
to make music in the heart.
Silent Night - Anne Murray
It Came Upon - Mahalia Jackson