© 2019 by ABENA KOOMSON DAVIS. Created with Wix.com

photo: james petrozzello

Blacksmith Orchestra 
 

Come to the meeting place. Bring your harmony. Let it pound.
Our love should break the barriers of sick living down

with the sledgehammers of right-with-goodness.

Though touch fragiles us,

let us practice face-to-face, arm-in-arm, kiss-to-kiss love.
Lift your sister upon your shoulders until her face touches the sky.

Keep the crazy spinning flowing in God's healing whirlpool.
Sledgehammer raw hope into sheets of faith

ready for assembly.

Though we may not make it to tomorrow,

Today, let us practice face-to-face, arm-in-arm, kiss-to-kiss love.
Let brother be the bridge that leans over your waters.

Flow continually, into the mouth of God,

feeding him all your fervor and trembling; 
waves will reflect back into you and guide your ships to still waters.

Come to the meeting place. Bring your harmony. Let it pound. 
Our love should break the barriers of sick living down

with the sledgehammers of right-with-goodness.

 

Make love cakes and place them on hungry tongues. 
Ring the feast bell often.

Smile at those who won’t smile back,

for your smile is their dawning day
and who knows

but that they may wake up on the right side of the bed this morning.

Rise when my sun rises, I will sleep when your sun sleeps. 
Let the sound of you ring into me.

Come to the meeting place. Bring your harmony. Let it pound. 


Remember how small your hands are

compared to the Blacksmith who hammered your frame into being.

Willingly be welded with other precious metals,

so that we stand instead of lying in pieces on the floor. 
Do not think that you will be anything but junkplay

if you stay alone as a rod or sheet of metal.

Come to the meeting place. Bring your harmony. Let it pound.

Let us break the barriers of sick living down

with the sledgehammers of a love chorus.

by Abena Koomson-Davis