GUYSBOROUGH ROAD CHURCH
we are the black loyalists:
we think of the bleak fundamentalism
of a ragged scarf of light
twined and twisted and torn
in a briar patch of pines.
and then, of steel-wool water,
scouring the dull rocks of bonny
bonny nova scotia -–
the chaste, hard granite
coastline inviolate; the dark,
dreary mountains where sad Glooscap broods
over waters void...
we are the world-poor.
we are the fatherless.
we are the coloured Christians
of the african united baptist association.
we are the black loyalists:
we think of the bleak fundamentalism
of a ragged scarf of light
twined and twisted and torn
in a briar patch of pines.
and then, of steel-wool water,
scouring the dull rocks of bonny
bonny nova scotia -–
the chaste, hard granite
coastline inviolate; the dark,
dreary mountains where sad Glooscap broods
over waters void...
we are the world-poor.
we are the fatherless.
we are the coloured Christians
of the african united baptist association.