'SnowBee' by Toe
Toe looked at the calendar last night and said, "Why is tomorrow "milk day?" So much for public schooling. Well, at least Martin got that part of his dream where "little black boys and little black girls can join hands with little white boys and little white girls." At least in my neighborhood that's true. But Martin really didn't get much else of his dream yet.
Not this part:
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
Not this part:
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
Not this one:
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
Nor this one:
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
We have to work on that. Toe and I talked about MLK day, and what it really doesn't have to do with milk. How it really has to do with what we hope for. How we work hard to love and respect everyone--even though we are sad that the world is not a nice place, we keep going and praying that what we do will someday make it more like God intended it to be for everyone.
Toe said, "So, it's like the bees who fly in the snow and it's cold, but they wish it was summer and everybody was warm, but they are flying and making honey for their bee kids."
And I said, "exactly."
Not this part:
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
Not this part:
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
Not this one:
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
Nor this one:
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
We have to work on that. Toe and I talked about MLK day, and what it really doesn't have to do with milk. How it really has to do with what we hope for. How we work hard to love and respect everyone--even though we are sad that the world is not a nice place, we keep going and praying that what we do will someday make it more like God intended it to be for everyone.
Toe said, "So, it's like the bees who fly in the snow and it's cold, but they wish it was summer and everybody was warm, but they are flying and making honey for their bee kids."
And I said, "exactly."
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