"Time Stand Still: Embalming Us in Love"

Bombs exploding, tick-tock, tick-tock, for one moment  
Time still stood, matter scattered, lives, hopes shattered

Tick-tick, Tick-tick, memories stand still a wake in hearing, seeing, feeling:

hatred,

segregation,

jim crow,

Till(ed) Emmett tormented,

terror ridden streets,

negro Hostages

sipping water from ‘for colored only’ fountains,

                                                          blood pouring, tears falling. . . 

Memories stand still unable to shatter:

the signs, the scars, nor the

minds set on separate AND unequal!

  50 Years Move On?

Move on? – “No!" pause to remember.

Bombs exploding, vitriolic jim, crowing bull

connoring – wallace chanting,

governing:

“Segregation now, Segregation tomorrow, Segregation forever”

Barking dogs biting, human flesh
Scathing water – viciously hosing
all who dared trod

     Toward Freedom

all who dared trod

     Toward Freedom

I Am A Man! – “No” you's a n_ _ _ _!

Ceaseless echoes; Repeating like a reel-to-real symphony

dissonance;

agitating psyches,

warring against souls.

Makes one want to Holler!!

In the distance, drawing nigh:

Marching feet, voices of Unity;

cadenced shoes tramping;

young and old;

bellowing soul-stirring Pro songs test

hailing Hope; compelling Courage,

signaling the Victory already won!

     amid the fragments of chaos,

Triumphant proclamations arising:

“Ain't Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me 'Round!...

Gonna Keep On Marchin' down to Freedom’s Land!"

 Vision dawning. . .

        unveiling the knitting together of a "dream"

Nightmarish fervor; hate-filled people

determined to undermine;

savagely never minding all humanity;

now bear witness to the Timeless Truth (of acts of terror):

“You intended harm, but God intended it for good

             to accomplish what is now being done,

                                       the saving of many lives”.

Four Little Girls; many, many nameless Freedom soldiers

lives were not in vain. . .

Fragmented glass, blasted mortar; singed wood;

seared flesh; and memories of the valiant

Pieced together through love 
to Re-form; to Re-store; "us in His Image"
to Re-imagine a "dream":

                        Our Lives in Community – Common Unity

                                                   Quilted in love.

Love is the Way, the Truth and the Life.

The Creator of Love

diffuses bombs;

invokes peace;

demands justice;

embraces all,

forgives all,
loves all,

rights wrongs.

As we remember 9-15, 1-9-6-3,

make  Love be our seeing eye

may     Love be our healing balm

let        Love be our pursuing aim.

Only love can bury hate beneath its own rubble.

Every day with pierced hearts,

may we eulogize the hate within;

may we become like Addie Mae, Carole, Cynthia, and Denise:

                "...unoffending, innocent, and beautiful."

May time stand still again

This time embalming us all 
                 in love!

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Inspired By Love,

Marcus J. Singleton
Lead Pastor
Living Faith Community 

Hoover, AL

Our Vision: "A diverse community of faith; inspired by the love of Jesus, committed to becoming and making disciples".