This image is of Peggy (R), then a 19 year-old SNCC member, next to future civil rights icon, Dr. Dorothy Cotton (L), after a 1962 church burning in Georgia—the state that Peggy's great-great grandparents, William & Ellen Craft, famously escaped from slavery nearly 115 years earlier...
MY
WEEKLY
WORD
12.2.20
Dr. Dorothy Cotton
Peggy Trotter Dammond Preacely
I am back after an unanticipated "sabbatical" from the site, due to my schedule becoming unexpectedly overloaded rather quickly, and just recently things have returned to normal. However, what hasn't been normal is what we've been dealing with politically in this country for the last several weeks... But as we recognized yesterday as the 65th Anniversary of when Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat, today I want you all to recognize that this self-created chaos will soon end, in a matter of time...
TIME is such a caution of dimension
It eludes even as it erases
And in its own inimitable way
Loses itself in praise of moving forward.
We who remain and endure
In our own self-absorbed spheres
Cannot often grasp its eccentricity
As we are swept along in its wake
Hovering for change, for redemption,
Ripe with exasperation
That it is taking so long before it morphs itself
To fit our desperate whims, our dreams and righteous indignation
That we are nearly prostrate with anticipation.
I for one am beyond exhaustion
My personal COVID-restricted sphere so crowded
And laced with unexpected events
That some days I can barely follow the sundial back to sleep.
But TIME, in its inimitable way could care less.
It rules.
We genuflect.
The world turns.
© 2020 Peggy Trotter Dammond Preacely. All rights reserved.
T I M E
by Peggy Trotter Dammond Preacely