Here's a poem called Children of the Sun, by Fenton Johnson
We are children of the sun,
Rising sun!
Weaving Southern destiny,
Waiting for the mighty hour
When our Shiloh shall appear
With the flaming sword of right,
With the steel of brotherhood,
And emboss in crimson die
Liberty! Fraternity!
We are the star-dust folk,
Striving folk!
Sorrow songs have lulled to rest;
Seething passions wrought through wrongs,
Led us where the moon rays dip
In the night of dull despair,
Showed us where the star gleams shine,
And the mystic symbols glow—
Liberty! Fraternity!
We have come through cloud and mist,
Mighty men!
Dusk has kissed our sleep-born eyes,
Reared for us a mystic throne
In the splendor of the skies,
That shall always be for us,
Children of the Nazarene,
Children who shall ever sing
Liberty! Fraternity!
We are children of the sun,
Rising sun!
Weaving Southern destiny,
Waiting for the mighty hour
When our Shiloh shall appear
With the flaming sword of right,
With the steel of brotherhood,
And emboss in crimson die
Liberty! Fraternity!
We are the star-dust folk,
Striving folk!
Sorrow songs have lulled to rest;
Seething passions wrought through wrongs,
Led us where the moon rays dip
In the night of dull despair,
Showed us where the star gleams shine,
And the mystic symbols glow—
Liberty! Fraternity!
We have come through cloud and mist,
Mighty men!
Dusk has kissed our sleep-born eyes,
Reared for us a mystic throne
In the splendor of the skies,
That shall always be for us,
Children of the Nazarene,
Children who shall ever sing
Liberty! Fraternity!
"Ideas are cheap. I have more ideas now that I could ever write up. To my mind, it's execution that is all important." ~ George R. R. Martin
I'm standing in a line at Starbucks and this guy comes up to me and says,"Hey," there's a slight hesitation in his voice."I'm Zack. You don't know me... but uhh... can I talk to you for a bit?" He motions towards a table.
"Ummm..."
He has this genuinely sincere look on his face which gives my feet their own brain and they walk with him to the table. We sit opposite each other.
"So," he starts, "What's your name?"
"Alice."
He extends his hand towards me to shake, "Hi, Alice."
I take his hand in mine and give a firm, quick shake. But when I start to pull back he doesn't let go. He is looking at my hair. Then his eyes travel to my eyes, then to my nose and finally rests on my lips. He's blatantly checking me out and not even being subtle about it. It's a little creepy. A little, because he's gorgeous. With wavy black hair and smoldering chocolate brown eyes. And what girl doesn't like being stared at by gorgeous guys.
"So..." I give a small, nervous laugh.
"So," he repeats. He still hasn't let go off of my hand.
"I love you," he says very slowly.
I think I heard him wrong."Wait....wh-what?" I stutter. "What did you just say?"
"I said, I love you." Now my hand is covered between both of his. "I know it sounds crazy but I do. I saw you standing there and I knew. I love you."
I'm speechless. Shocked. Dumbfounded. Surprised. And a lot more adjectives I can't think of right now.
"Stop saying that! We literally just met. What is wrong with you. You don't go around picking random women and saying you love them. You're insane."
"I've never done this before. You're the first. You're the one."
I laugh out loud at that. "I'm 'The One'? You're really insane. Who talks like that!"
"I do. I talk like this all the time," he says seriously.
"And you don't even know me. How do you know you love me?"
He moves my hand and presses it against his chest where I can feel his heart beating furiously. "Because my heart never did this before."
-Nausheen
"Ummm..."
He has this genuinely sincere look on his face which gives my feet their own brain and they walk with him to the table. We sit opposite each other.
"So," he starts, "What's your name?"
"Alice."
He extends his hand towards me to shake, "Hi, Alice."
I take his hand in mine and give a firm, quick shake. But when I start to pull back he doesn't let go. He is looking at my hair. Then his eyes travel to my eyes, then to my nose and finally rests on my lips. He's blatantly checking me out and not even being subtle about it. It's a little creepy. A little, because he's gorgeous. With wavy black hair and smoldering chocolate brown eyes. And what girl doesn't like being stared at by gorgeous guys.
"So..." I give a small, nervous laugh.
"So," he repeats. He still hasn't let go off of my hand.
"I love you," he says very slowly.
I think I heard him wrong."Wait....wh-what?" I stutter. "What did you just say?"
"I said, I love you." Now my hand is covered between both of his. "I know it sounds crazy but I do. I saw you standing there and I knew. I love you."
I'm speechless. Shocked. Dumbfounded. Surprised. And a lot more adjectives I can't think of right now.
"Stop saying that! We literally just met. What is wrong with you. You don't go around picking random women and saying you love them. You're insane."
"I've never done this before. You're the first. You're the one."
I laugh out loud at that. "I'm 'The One'? You're really insane. Who talks like that!"
"I do. I talk like this all the time," he says seriously.
"And you don't even know me. How do you know you love me?"
He moves my hand and presses it against his chest where I can feel his heart beating furiously. "Because my heart never did this before."
-Nausheen
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