ANDY SAYS… ~ Old Soul

I was nurtured in the laps of my elders, praying soldiers

I know how to make cracklin’ bread, Brunswick stew and soap from potash

I’m an Old Soul.

I played LP’s on a turntable with an eight track

Motown sounds reverberate where marrow ought to be

I’m an Old Soul.

I learned the Decalogue from the Sunday School Superintendant, John three sixteen from a presiding elder, the general confession from a Mother Stewardess.

I’m an Old Soul.

I am the great grandson of a woman sweet enough to be known as Honey.

I am the grandson of a woman whose legacy is bright to this day.  So bright, at her birth, someone thought to name her Mae.

I am the creation of two who were both one of ten.

My family tree boasts roots and limbs spanning existence with no beginning or end.

I am the effect of the cause of faith against steep odds, hope in the trouble of a weary land.

I am the little bitty baby manifested of reality born of One with the whole Universe in one hand.

I’ve known rivers, trodded a stony road, risen from history’s huts, tripped on my ego and I still believe I can fly.

I am the drop of water on the tip of the finger used to cool the tongue tormented in the flame.

I am the child in the Virgin’s arms whose virtue in interesting times remains the same.

I am one who inherited his future from those who said, “To Hell with being bought and sold,” those who said no freedom was free if their minds were controlled.

I am Horus, Abraham, Chaka, Hannibal, Septimus, Kunta, Nat, Malcolm and Mumia.

I am an Old Soul.