The Little Black Boy

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh! my soul is white.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black as if bereaved of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say:

"Look on the rising sun, -there God does live
And gives his light, and gives his heat away;
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.

And we are put on earth a little space
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

For when our souls have learned the heat to bear
The cloud will vanish, we shall hear his voice
Saying: `Come out from the grove, my love and care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice!' "

Thus did my mother say, and kissed me;
And thus I say to little English boy:
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy,

I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear
To lean in joy upon our father's knee;
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him, and he will then love me.

By: Wiliam Blake

My Healer

I sometimes feel some pain deep inside me. I ask God why I am suffering from that pain. Then I feel God touching my heart he takes all of my pains away. After 20 years I now understand if I hadn't had him with me all these years I would have been a loser now. He has helped me. He has healed all my pains. I'm living because I feel his love that goes right to my heart and makes me smile. It is his love that helps everyone(those who believe in him) to put up with all their obstacles in life.

Saviour

I'm sitting here calling for help, there is no one around. It seems there are some shadows which come and go. There're just shadows. They show no reaction to me sitting. It's now 20 years that I'm sitting here and I'm calling for help. I'm too weak to walk. From time to time some one comes and whips me. It's really painful. He whips me so much that I faint from the pain. Every time he comes with a new face. He whips me because I can't walk. I wish someday I could run away from the whipping man. I need someone to take my hands and show me the way. There something inside telling me "you can't walk because you don't know the way." If my saviour comes the first thing he'll do is to kill the whipping man. "Where do you come from" I once asked the whipping man "from you" he answered with a loud laughter. I was shocked I didn’t want to believe it. I am sure that my saviour will come soon. He'll save everyone, even the shadows.

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