Yesterday is more than an adverb.
More than a day in the books.
It's where all the magic begins and never ends.
Today is a reflection of it.
Today was passed down to us by our ancestors,
Our grammies, and paw paws.
Given to our parents,
Then gifted to us.
They saw fit that we had a piece of them.
A piece of them that we could hold onto forevermore.
We have the luxury of experiencing so many yesterday’s without ever having to actually be present.
They touched what would stain their hands so lifting a finger would never be an option for us.
To be granted with that type of blessing lets us all know that the weight on our shoulders, is merely God’s hand.
Such a divine energy can be mistaken as immense intolerable pressure.
But that couldn’t be further from the truth...
That hand wants you to understand why your father wanted your mother to give him her love.
But You’d probably have to understand the things that he said he wouldn’t do for it before he met her.
Anything worth keeping isn’t received without a true test of will and strength.
There were nights where they did their thing and went their separate ways.
Only to meet at the neighborhood dance,
And get that feeling all over again.
At times, it probably felt like just a dream to them.
And every little bit of it more than likely hurt em at times.
Shit, them mothafuckas probably watched television until television went the fuck off trying to make sense of it all…
But understanding yesterday is more than just collected data to keep for yourself.
You must pass it.
Explaining to the children why your uncle thought ya ainee was more than a woman isn’t just a parable to shame our lascivious, fast paced generation..
It's to instill in us that love is the only thing we ever needed.
The only thing that ever mattered.
And the only thing that ever will.
Finding your peace may feel like you’re maneuvering through a labyrinth of gut wrenching obstacles
But just know…
That peace was left for you many yesterdays ago.
The writings on the wall were transcribed to be your guide
And the “Blast from the Past” is your compass.
Keep “Searching”
-D.K. Himes
Click Here to access Blast from the Past Apple Playlist.
