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Monday, October 5, 2009


"I will not allow one prejudiced person or one million or one hundred million to blight my life. I will not let prejuce or any ot its attendant humiliations and injusticesbear me down to spiritual defeat. My inner life is mine, and I shall defend and maintain its integrity against all the powers of hell."
--James Weldon Johnson

Today, this Monday morning, the Daddy is feeling down. He's moving slowly and not even the extra strong cup of Juan Valdez's java he made has given him a lift.

When The Daddy is feeling low and feels he needs a spark, some inspiration, he resists the temptation to go out and by some good steet drugs and reads something inspirational, someone like "The Creation" by James Weldon Johnson.

Author, politician, diplomat, critic, journalist, poet, anthologist, educator, lawyer, songwriter, civil rights activists, Johnson was multi-talented in life and art. He wrote "Lift Every Voice and Sing,
" considered the black national anthem. He was also one of the first African-American professors at New York University. He was also a professor of literature at Fisk University.This piece is taken from "God's Trombone," a book of black sermons.

"The Creation"

And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I'm lonely -
I'll make me a world.

And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.

Then God smiled,
And the light broke,
And the darkness rolled up on one side,
And the light stood shining on the other,
And God said: That's good!

Then God reached out and took the light in his hands,
And God rolled the light around in his hands
Until he made the sun;
And he set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.
And the light that was left from making the sun
God gathered it up in a shining ball
And flung it against the darkness,
Spangling the night with the moon and stars.
Then down between
The darkness and the light
He hurled the world;
And God said: That's good!

Then God himself stepped down -
And the sun was on his right hand,
And the moon was on his left;
The stars were clustered about his head,
And the earth was under his feet.
And God walked, and where he trod
His footsteps hollowed the valleys out
And bulged the mountains up.

Then he stopped and looked and saw
That the earth was hot and barren.
So God stepped over to the edge of the world
And he spat out the seven seas -
He batted his eyes, and the lightnings flashed -
He clapped his hands, and the thunders rolled -
And the waters above the earth came down,
The cooling waters came down.

Top Then the green grass sprouted,
And the little red flowers blossomed,
The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky,
And the oak spread out his arms,
The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the ground,
And the rivers ran down to the sea;
And God smiled again,
And the rainbow appeared,
And curled itself around his shoulder.

Then God raised his arm and he waved his hand
Over the sea and over the land,
And he said: Bring forth! Bring forth!
And quicker than God could drop his hand,
Fishes and fowls
And beasts and birds
Swam the rivers and the seas,
Roamed the forests and the woods,
And split the air with their wings.
And God said: That's good!

Then God walked around,
And God looked around
On all that he had made.
He looked at his sun,
And he looked at his moon,
And he looked at his little stars;
He looked on his world
With all its living things,
And God said: I'm lonely still.

Then God sat down -
On the side of a hill where he could think;
By a deep, wide river he sat down;
With his head in his hands,
God thought and thought,
Till he thought: I'll make me a man!

Up from the bed of the river
God scooped the clay;
And by the bank of the river
He kneeled him down;
And there the great God Almighty
Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky,
Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night,
Who rounded the earth in the middle of his hand;
This Great God,
Like a mammy bending over her baby,
Kneeled down in the dust
Toiling over a lump of clay
Till he shaped it in his own image;

Then into it he blew the breath of life,
And man became a living soul.
Amen. Amen.


Primary Writings of James Weldon Johnson:

1. The Autobiography of an Ex-Coloured Man, 1912.
2. (Translator) Fernando Periquet, Goyescas; or, The Rival Lovers (opera libretto), 1915.
Fifty Years and Other Poems , 1917
3. (Editor) The Book of American Negro Poetry , 1922
4. (Editor) The Book of American Negro Spirituals , 1925
5. (Editor) The Second Book of Negro Spirituals , 1926
6. God's Trombones: Seven Negro Sermons in Verse (poetry), 1927
7. Black Manhattan (nonfiction) 1930
8. Along This Way: The Autobiography of James Weldon Johnson, 1933
9. Contributed articles and poems to the Chicago Defender, Times-Union, New York Age, New York Times, Pittsburgh Courier, Savannah Tribune, The Century, The Crisis, The Nation, The Independent, Harper's, The Bookman, Forum, and Scholastic.


msladydeborah said...

There's nothing like a beautiful piece of written work to start the day!

I'm home on a sick day. Reading this work made me feel a little better. Thanks for sharing this.

.::STELLA*DELLA::. said...

Oh i sure did enjoy this piece here.

MacDaddy said...

msladydeborah: Hope you feel better real soon.

Akannie said...

daddy: I hope YOU feel better real soon.

This was beautiful...JW Johnson would brighten up a day...


Vigilante said...

Just HEART your site, Daddy. This morning's 1st cup of Jose's Vanilla Nut 100% Arabica carried me through the triumphs and tragedies in your sidebars. Electronic journalism at its best is to be found in these pages every day.

Somebodies Friend said...

Love this piece MacDaddy! How you been? Haven't stopped by for a minute. How's the weather up there in Minneapolis?

MacDaddy said...

Somebody: Miss hearing from you. Hope all is well. I was a little sick for a while, but I feel fine now. Don't forget to come back and lay some insights on us. Thanks.

Vigilante: Some of what's on the sidebar is sad, but the story must be told. Thanks for noticing.

Nun in the Hood said...

Hi, Mac Daddy....Thanks for this rendering of the Creation really brought it to life!
I check you blog each day and am always happy to get some quality meditation and food for thought...keep it coming.....
Have a good at a time!

MacDaddy said...

nuninthehood: Thank you, Sister.