I’m not sure whether it’s every Thanksgiving season or every time Black History month rolls around (or maybe both) that I think of this poem by Phyllis Wheatley [“On Being Brought From Africa to America”(1773)]. She was the first African-American woman to publish a book, and every time I read this, Ms. Wheatley’s words humble me. May I, one day, be refined as Ms. Wheatley. I look forward to the day I get to meet her in glory.
‘Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there’s a God, that there’s a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
“Their colour is a diabolic die.”
Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain,
May be refined and join the angelic train.