Susan C. Lehman, Chaplain
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I was a sojourner in a place where the dirt is red. Red clay, they say won't wash away. I lived and worked loved and played fought and grieved in a place where the dirt is red where once lived red skinned folk who disappeared black skinned folk whose tears and sweat and blood water the red clay even to this day. Red clay, they say won't wash away. I was a sojourner in a place where the dirt is red where soldier boys from every state in a nation divided fought to the bloody end. No wonder the dirt is red too many sons and lovers dead in this place where the dirt is red. Red clay, they say won't wash away. I am moving ahead leaving the land where the dirt is red. But this I know the red clay won't wash away and I leave behind my own tears and sweat. My heart and soul have bled making the earth red. Red clay, I say won't wash away. |
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