((****)) Truth Hurts (Speech) I respect ' Pastor Jeremiah Wright'
He stood there, elegant in his african attire with a caring look on his face.
His congregation waited with anticipation, yes waiting to hang on his every
word He nodded in agreement with his own thoughts. Still he said nothing not a sound. Then like the rumble of thunder and lightening came words,
words of praise, words of wisdom, words of love, strength, inappropriate
words to some, words of truth. His verse was a history lesson, he spoke of
bad deeds of the past and present, not easily accepted by a certain segment
of the population.
This man, did not care if he ruffled a few feathers, he wanted to imprint on
the minds of the non believers, the facts, the down and dirty facts. Too hard
to take by some, yet totally accepted by most in his congregation. His
congregation understood where his thoughts originated for they too had
similar experiences or were taught of the experiences of their ancestors. They were truly touched by his words. You see many of them walked the
walk and certainly understood the talk unlike others.
It is absolutely impossible for those that did not experience or had been
taught about the deeds performed by their ancestors, or taken the opportunity to research history books to understand what this great
speaker was talking about.
Even though he spoke on behalf of some of the sister’s from the majority
he still was not understood. The congregation was moved and rose to
their feet time and time again in agreement with the words that flowed
from his heart. They jumped, danced, waved and called out, filled with
the holy spirit, touched by the Lord.
This man, this elegant, beautiful, cinnamon toned man is their spiritual
leader as Jesus is his spiritual leader. It is evident that he truly loves his
Christ Jesus and if you listened to his whole sermon your eyes would
be opened and you would certainly see. He loves his Jesus, he loves his
Jesus, oh yes he does.
This leader has been characterized by the media as a racist individual who
proclaims hate against his own country. How can that be true, when he is
merely giving a history lesson. There are some things, we just don’t want
to see or remember and that my friends is what Jeremiah Wright speaks
about, unfortunately truth hurts and those affected by ancestors who were
the perpetrators would rather forget and sweep the past under the rug, but
Jeremiah Wright won’t let that happen and that will help history from
He stood there, with confidence, displaying a rather ceremonious
position. It’s true, he spoke to his congregation with high sounding phrases,
he was loud, aggressive in movement and tone, excessive. Some see him
as displaying a rather pompous behaviour, speaking to his flock in a
bombastic divisive manner, certainly not a parsimonious man but a strong,
Vibrant, full of life and spirit individual. A man to be respected and held
in high regard.
Written: May 18,2008
Note: Many of you may not understand and rightfully so. You can not
walk in another man's shoes, so we can agree to disagree.
Melvina Germain's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (((****)) Truth Hurts (Speech) I respect ' Pastor Jeremiah Wright' by Melvina Germain )
- what swanky sap is this?, Mandolyn ...
- Natural, David Chap Bottoms
- I end poem, hasmukh amathalal
- here's my armadillo, now get me a pillow.., Mandolyn ...
- A, Vera Sidhwa
- With her ability, hasmukh amathalal
- Inhuman way, hasmukh amathalal
- THERE IS…, michael walkerjohn
- My words, hasmukh amathalal
- Nice ending, hasmukh amathalal
Poem of the Day
- 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
- Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- Farewell Love and All Thy Laws Forever, Sir Thomas Wyatt
- Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
- And Death Shall Have No Dominion, Dylan Thomas
- A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
- Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
- I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
William Carlos Williams
(17 September 1883 – 4 March 1963)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
- Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)