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Home›Traditions›Black Church Tradition

Black Church Tradition Illustrations

Liberation, exodus, and prophetic justice rooted in the African American church tradition.

Key question: “How does this text speak to the experiences of suffering, hope, and liberation within the Black community?”

25,923 sermon illustrations through the Black Church Tradition lens

Poetry

Quail's Nest

I wandered out one rainy day And heard a bird with merry joys Cry "wet my foot" for half the way; I stood and wondered at the noise, When from my foot a bird did flee-- The rain flew bouncing...

Universal

John Clare

140 words

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Poetry

Weave in, Weave in, My Hardy Life.

Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come; Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like ropes! the senses, sight weave in! Weave lasting sure! weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave! (We...

Universal

Walt Whitman

110 words

Poetry

To M. S. G

Whene'er I view those lips of thine, Their hue invites my fervent kiss; Yet, I forego that bliss divine, Alas! it were--unhallow'd bliss. Whene'er I dream of that pure breast, How could I dwell upon its snows! Yet, is the...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

263 words

Poetry

AUTUMN

Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!

Universal

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Short87 words

Poetry

When I hoped, I recollect

When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood -- At a Window facing West -- Roughest Air -- was good -- Not a...

The Crow Sat on the Willow

The crow sat on the willow tree A-lifting up his wings, And glossy was his coat to see, And loud the ploughman sings, "I love...

Dorothy Q.

GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with uprolled hair; Lips that lover has never kissed; Taper fingers and slender wrist; Hanging sleeves of stiff brocade; So they painted the little maid.

Universal

Oliver Wendell Holmes

429 words

Poetry

A Hymn to God the Father

Hear me, O God! A broken heart Is my best part. Use still thy rod, That I may prove Therein thy Love. If thou hadst not Been stern to me, But left me free, I had forgot Myself and thee.

Newstead Abbey

In the dome of my Sires as the clear moonbeam falls Through Silence and Shade o'er its desolate walls, It shines from afar like the glories of old; It gilds, but it warms not--'tis dazzling, but cold.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

203 words

Poetry

Prayer

Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age, Gods breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgramage, The Christian plummet sounding...

To Mr. Murray

FOR Orford and for Waldegrave You give much more than me you _gave_; Which is not fairly to behave, My Murray! Because if a live dog, 't is said, Be worth a lion fairly sped, A live lord must be worth _two_ dead, My Murray!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

124 words

Poetry

Foreign Children

Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you wish that you were me? You have seen the scarlet trees And the lions over seas; You have eaten ostrich eggs, And turned the turtle off their legs.

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

Short95 words

Poetry

Song for the Luddites

AS the Liberty lads o'er the sea Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, So we, boys, we Will _die_ fighting, or _live_ free, And down with all kings but King Ludd!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

112 words

Poetry

Epitaph. on Edmund Duke of Buckingham, Who Died in the Nineteenth Year of

HIS AGE, 1735. If modest youth, with cool reflection crown'd, And every opening virtue blooming round, Could save a parent's justest pride from fate, Or add one patriot to a sinking state; This weeping marble had not ask'd thy tear,...

Death

Death is here and death is there, Death is busy everywhere, All around, within, beneath, Above is death--and we are death. Death has set his...

Despair

Ask not the pallid stranger's woe, With beating heart and throbbing breast, Whose step is faltering, weak, and slow, As though the body needed rest.-- Whose 'wildered eye no object meets, Nor cares to ken a friendly glance, With silent...

On a Change of Masters at a Great Public School

Where are those honours, IDA! once your own, When Probus fill'd your magisterial throne? As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace, Hail'd a Barbarian in her Cæsar's place, So you, degenerate, share as hard a fate, And seat _Pomposus_ where your _Probus_ sate.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

111 words

Poetry

How Soon Hath Time

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on wtih full...

Song

Mary, leave thy lowly cot When thy thickest jobs are done; When thy friends will miss thee not, Mary, to the pastures run. Where we met the other night Neath the bush upon the plain, Be it dark or be...

The Boy and the Angel

Morning, evening, noon, and night, "Praise God!" sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal was earned. Hard he laboured, long and well; O'er his work the boy's curls fell.

Within the Circuit of This Plodding Life

Within the circuit of this plodding life There enter moments of an azure hue, Untarnished fair as is the violet Or anemone, when the spring...

Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that Muse

So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare' With...

My Boy Hobby O

Why were you put in Lob's pond, My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_) For telling folks to pull the House By the ears into the Lobby O! Who are your grand Reformers now, My boy, HOBBY O? (_bis_) There's me and...

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George Gordon, Lord Byron

193 words

Poetry

Bill and Joe

COME, dear old comrade, you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by, The shining days when life was new, And all was bright with morning dew, The lusty days of long ago, When you were Bill and I was Joe.

Universal

Oliver Wendell Holmes

359 words