Got MLK?

Martin Luther King

Is my man.

His silver tongued words

Have always spoken to me

Deeply

More so than Jesus.

He was a worker prophet

For sure.

He was a citizen’s militant.

Martin Luther King

Was a sage

A medicine man

A preacher

Humanitarian

A Light...

A witch doctor

Teacher

Fighter

And a lover.

He is a brother to me

In that I feel the man.

I share thoughts

Emotions

Moments

Passion

And spirituality with him

When I read his words

Or better

Listen to him

Speak.

I never even met him.

He died five days

Before I reached my

Fourth birthday.

I would only feel the pain later

When I could realize

Such a loss.

In fact

It was only two or three

Years ago

That I sobbed

To myself

Overcome by something great inside

As I listened to his speeches

On the stereo

The anniversary eve

Of his death.

The reason

In a nutshell

That I bring all of this up now

Is...

Tonight ...

His words reached

Deep into me

At a meeting...

The small congregation of words that

Set me off tonight

Were

Simply:

“Even if I knew tomorrow the world would go to pieces

I would still plant my apple tree.”

Martin Luther King

Is a profoundly better poet

Than I.

Martin Luther King

Is a much better poet

Than most of us.