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A Melody of Freedom

A Melody of Freedom Alton B. Pollard III Surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses ... let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us .-Hebrews 12:1-2 From my cabin window I look out on the full moon, and the ghosts of my forefathers rise and fall with the undulating waves. Across these same waters bow many years ago they came! What were the inchoate mutterings locked tight within the circle of their hearts! In the deep, heavy darkness of the foul-smelling bold of the ship, where they could not see the sky, nor bear the night noises, nor feel the warm compassion of the tribe, they held their breath against the agony How does the human spirit accommodate itself to desolation! How did they! What tools of the spirit were in their bands with which to cut a path of their despair! If only Death of the body would through the wilderness come to deliver the soul from dying! If some sacred taboo had been defiled and this extended terror was the consequence-there would be no panic in the paying. If some creature of the vast and pulsing ;ungle had snatched the life away-this would even in its http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Black Sacred Music Duke University Press

A Melody of Freedom

III, Alton B. Pollard,
Black Sacred Music , Volume 8 (2) – Sep 1, 1994
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Alton B. Pollard III Surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses ... let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us .-Hebrews 12:1-2 From my cabin window I look out on the full moon, and the ghosts of my forefathers rise and fall with the undulating waves. Across these same waters bow many years ago they came! What were the inchoate mutterings locked tight within the circle of their hearts! In the deep, heavy darkness of the foul-smelling bold of the ship, where they could not see the sky, nor bear the night noises, nor feel the warm compassion of the tribe, they held their breath against the agony How does the human spirit accommodate itself to desolation! How did they! What tools of the spirit were in their bands with which to cut a path of their despair! If only Death of the body would through the wilderness come to deliver the soul from dying! If some sacred taboo had been defiled and this extended terror was the consequence-there would be no panic in the paying. If some creature of the vast and pulsing ;ungle had snatched the life away-this would even in its

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Black Sacred Music – Duke University Press

Published: Sep 1, 1994

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