This is the Day (Juneteenth)

THIS IS THE DAY BY KAYLA WREN

For this is a day that many have never held too close 

Fearing the ways in which to embrace this sorrow turned to joy 

How to wonder for so long without news such as this 

How to hold your head so lowly without being aware of the beast that once was on your back is now the voice that declares 

You are free 

For free at last is the understatement of the century 

Oh How glorious day was a day that was but a dream 

For there is much that the mind can envision to escape realities of horror 

But Now in this moment 

A gift from God has been given back from the hands of those that did not know how to cherish 

For as reflections of the far reality hit me with a chill this is the day that I remember 

For though I could not ease the angst of my ancestors their trouble had no power to hold them for eternity 

This is that bared reminder, the trumpet sound of surrender 

So as I gather with my brothers and sisters near and far I can hold their hands and rejoice 

For this day I shall not mourn or weep ,but celebrate and sing, harmonized with the voices of all that have come before me 

For this is the day of joy restored 

A day celebrated 

A day blessed 

A day of rest 

For this is the day….and I will rejoice and hold gladness here.