
I PRAY (Rhyming Poem)

A Tribute To Poet Georgia Douglas Johnson (2)
Copyright 2017 Theresa Harvard Johnson
Of all the forms of writing that exist in the world today, poetry rests at the center of my heart – especially poetry from the Harlem Renaissance (1920s-1930s), an explosive period in Black history in which excellence in all forms of art, particularly literature and music, took the nation by storm and brought a level of healing to the races. For a short time, it became the cultural center of the nation and today, its legacy is so profound that it stands as the epoch of Black artistic diaspora.
This movement was baaaaad!
I owe my poetic awakening to my first grade teacher in the 1970s who would read the works of Black poets in homeroom every morning. She would bring the words from the book to life! I would slouch in my wooden desk as she enunciated every word with such grace, elegance and power as my pigtails swung back and forth and the heels of my Buster Browns tapped the floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her; and my ears were trained to hear every poem from that point forward that I would ever read.
I was captivated: A Black girl lost in poetry.
A Tribute To Poet Georgia Douglas Johnson
She wrote 28 plays, numerous songs, short stories and left a legacy of unpublished works.[4] She was an educator in the public school system, a school principal and a self-taught violinist.
Prophecy: From The Edges of Lodebar
I am removing the canker worms and the locusts out of your garden in this hour. I am pulling up the weeds – the wrong associations, connections. No longer will you cast pearls among swine and give bread to weavils in the storehouses and gardens I have opened for you. You have lingered along the…
Prophetic Word: Your Reaping Season
You have FEARED ME. You you have taught those whom you influence to FEAR ME. You have grieved over those who did not… but yet you stood – exemplifying my truth in love, in adoration of me and in hope that eyes would see, ears would hear and hands would be quick to run to good, not evil. You stood at the steps of BEAUTIFUL… watching, waiting… praying.
Beloved, I declare that you KNOW THIS: There are bountiful REWARDS in the “Fear of the Lord.” I have opened the treasure of your righteous labor and released to YOU PEACE AND HAPPINESS and a RIPE HARVEST. I have called you to EAT the fruit of your labor in the midst of your fear…. and by my mercy, I have opened treasures even to those who could NOT SEE IT, COMPREHEND IT… that they may SEE! Stand in your righteous harvest and rejoice. Know that your FEAR OF ME has activated your reaping season. Expect it… and SEE if what I have declared is true. Your labor has not been in vein.