African Heartbeats…

Under the African skies
there lies
lies
that people have believed to be truth
based on the colour of our skin…
lies that have dressed up in a dress of deception
deceiving people into believing
that a different shade of skin
automatically causes people to be enemies.

Hearts are all the same colour
-if only we could see them…

I once knew a man whose beautiful heart is beating in Heaven now
- the colour of his skin not the same colour as mine
- but God gave me Goodman as a gift
- and I treasured our time together.
I cannot imagine how his good heart would have hurt
seeing the cruelty committed in his Country of birth…

After all skin is shallow
but we all bleed red blood.

I have to travel back further in time now
much further back
to those times that we were together walking in this world
but my memories are still fresh as if they were today
and I find that I still miss this man
every time I think about him or talk about him
because he left footprints of faith on my heart
that cannot be erased by the winds of change
nor the sands of time.

He was a great man – a good man – a Godly man
whose humble shoulders stood high above the rest in the
Spiritual realm
where He thrived.
I once heard the prayers he prayed soaring
out of a basic building at the bottom of a field
and after all these years
that moment in time
is still the one that stands out more than many
- it was the sweetest smelling incense I have ever smelled.
He knew God.

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Brenda.ps23©