Jean Lomax-Jackson Poems

America! God gave you broadful landings
Designated mountains, valleys, tropics.
With measures of shady green pastures
To keep the Promised Land, Showing. America! God gave you beautiful children
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The ship pull anchor moving in the night
As tides rolling briskly out to sea.
Vessels small and great sank at the faintest,
But thou, O ship of Zion, remainest. Storms growing strong, the night too long
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The earth circles in a silent motion
Stilled with gravity on a balanced scale
To give us a stable, firm foundation.
but when it quakes into trembling sounds,
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