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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?”

23,989 sermon illustrations through the Black Church Tradition lens

Poetry

The Ants

What wonder strikes the curious, while he views The black ant's city, by a rotten tree, Or woodland bank!

Universal

John Clare

108 words

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Poetry

Longings for Home.

O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!

Universal

Walt Whitman

404 words

Poetry

To R. B.

The fine delight that fathers thought; the strong Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, Breathes once and, quenched faster than it came, Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song.

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

111 words

Poetry

The Furl of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down

The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun Had swarthed about with lion-brown Before the Spring was done. His locks like all...

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Short95 words

Poetry

419. Bonie Jean: A Ballad

THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a’ our fairest maids were met, The fairest maid was bonie Jean.

Woman's Constancy

Now thou hast loved me one whole day, Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate some new made vow? Or say that now We are not just those persons, which we were?

One Struggle More, and I Am Free

One struggle more, and I am free From pangs that rend my heart in twain; One last long sigh to Love and thee, Then back...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

368 words

Poetry

Silence

There are some qualities--some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a twofold _Silence_--sea and shore-- Body and soul.

My Heart's in the Highlands

FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

An Ode, Written October, 1819, Before the Spaniards Had Recovered Their Liberty

Arise, arise, arise! There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread; Be your wounds like eyes To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead. What other grief were it just to pay?

On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

'T IS time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

242 words

Poetry

The Dumb Soldier

When the grass was closely mown, Walking on the lawn alone, In the turf a hole I found And hid a soldier underground. Spring and daisies came apace; Grasses hid my hiding-place; Grasses run like a green sea O'er the lawn up to my knee.

Universal

Robert Louis Stevenson

177 words

Poetry

Answer to a Beautiful Poem, Written by Montgomery, Author of "the Wanderer of Switzerland," Etc., Entitled "the Common Lot."

Montgomery! true, the common lot Of mortals lies in Lethe's wave; Yet some shall never be forgot, Some shall exist beyond the grave. "Unknown the region of his birth," The hero rolls the tide of war; Yet not unknown his...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

276 words

Poetry

Sonnet 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark,...

Going to Heaven!

I don't know when -- Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I'm too astonished To think of answering you! Going to Heaven! How dim it sounds! And yet it will be done As sure as flocks go home at night Unto the Shepherd's arm!

To Mr. Murray

TO hook the Reader, you, John Murray, Have published "Anjou's Margaret," Which won't be sold off in a hurry (At least, it has not been as yet); And then, still further to bewilder him, Without remorse, you set up "Ilderim;"...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

131 words

Poetry

Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience is

Love is too young to know what conscience is, Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?

To the Sighing Strephon

Your pardon, my friend, If my rhymes did offend, Your pardon, a thousand times o'er; From friendship I strove, Your pangs to remove, But, I swear, I will do so no more.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

228 words

Poetry

To Time

on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly, Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or drive us on to die-- Hail thou!

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

267 words

Poetry

Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body's force, Some in their garments though new-fangled ill; Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; And every humour hath his...

Unnamed Lands.

NATIONS ten thousand years before These States, and many times ten thousand years before These States; Garner’d clusters of ages, that men and women like us grew up and travel’d their course, and pass’d on; What vast-built cities—what orderly republics—what...

To Napoleon

The heroes of the present and the past Were puny, vague, and nothingness to thee: Thou didst a span grasp mighty to the last, And strain for glory when thy die was cast.

Protus

Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loric and low-browed Gorgon on the breast, One loves a baby face, with violets there, Violets instead of laurel in the hair,...

To Woman

experience might have told me That all must love thee, who behold thee: Surely experience might have taught Thy firmest promises are nought; But, plac'd in all thy charms before me, All I forget, but to _adore_ thee.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

124 words