Thursday, March 11, 2021
Katie Snipes Lancaster
The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul; the decrees of the Lord are sure, making wise the simple. Psalm 19:7
State Street is lonely to-day. Aunt Jane Allen has driven her chariot to Heaven.
I remember how she hobbled along, a little woman, parched of skin, brown as the leather of a satchel and with eyes that had scanned eighty years of life.
Have those who bore her dust to the last resting place buried with her the basket of aprons she went up and down State Street trying to sell?
Have those who bore her dust to the last resting place buried with her the gentle word Son that she gave to each of the seed of Ethiopia?
—Fenton Johnson “Aunt Jane Allen”
Give us our saints of light,
the long loves who carried us even as we carried them,
for even as we give them over to you,
their last resting place,
a gentle easy peace in your presence,
we have want of their wisdom,
need their divine and dusty reshaping of things,
long for their listening ear,
their courage and resilience, even now.
Give us our saints of light, O God
even as we give them over to your gentle care.