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Georgetta at the Gates


for Georgetta Bryant, 

St. James’ Episcopal Church, Austin, TX



the nation has now made plain that it

will not inaugurate and place on its 

Capital steps a Black female face to take 

her presidential vow to the document that 

guides us as a people, but what’s worse:


the times grow frightening with half of us

now feeling shoved outside, but some of us 

have been on the outside and frightened before   

still, during such times, a body craves 

a place inside -- somewhere inside 


we need one to convey what we say at St. 

James’ namely: “wherever you are on your 

journey of faith, you’re welcome at this 

table”    we need a countenance that glows 

enough to unroll that mat – one eager, 


pre-Covid, to greet and kiss us full on the 

mouth and find for each an inside seat, but not 

till she says when   oh, you’ll get in — 

even with your mother lode of mortal sin, 

but only when she says come in, because 


you know, this is no barn or honkytonk;

you’re in God’s house and God loves us, 

each and every but there’s a time and place 

for entering -- a time and place to wait 

down home here in this stubborn heart of Texas


so, when I die, St. Peter can take a hike

for no one else will do, when I reach my destiny – 

no one else cause me to drop all hesitancy – 

to let me know I’ve arrived at the right place, 

not bound for perdition   for heaven’s 


sake, I need no one but Georgetta at the gates – 

Georgetta Bryant, mind you, at the heavenly gates 

and when she says take your place in glory, 

I’ll go…but not before   Lord, we pray 

put our dear sister at that door


place Georgetta at the gates —

stern and bubbly Georgetta firmly at your 

insistently wide-open gates that tolerate not 

a lick of discrimination, no matter who 

heads up this sovereign nation, that 


we may say, upon seeing her face:

“Amen, Amen, Hallelujah, Amen!”

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