Barbara jane reyes poems for funerals

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Brown Girl Creed

I believe in my mother, the mother almighty, 
             mover of heaven and earth, 
             creator of daughters and dinner, 
             all that is always unseen, 
I believe in my mother, daughter of Dr. and Mrs. Pulmano, 
             who dreamed an American dream, 
             who suffered barely making ends meet, 
             who suffered giving everything unto everyone, 
             who suffered, died, and was buried; 
             she descended into this American earth, 
             while wailing women recited novena, 
             she ascended into heaven, 
             and is seated somewhere comfortable now, 
             she’s watching the Niners game now, 
             she’s wearing her Jerry Rice jersey, 
 

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Dear Friends,

 We hope that you are safe and well.

 Today's Meditation features Barbara Jane Reyes remembering her mother who died during the COVID pandemic.

 We invite you to join us as we commit ourselves to working tirelessly to end systemic and structural racism in our society, in the church, in healthcare, in the workplace--wherever it shows up so that everyone may come to have more abundant life. May this meditation nourish our contemplative-active hearts and sustain all of us in action.

In the spirit of our philosophy of co-creating community and our awareness that the Spirit speaks through each of us, we invite you to share your meditations with us as well. We truly believe that it is God's economy of abundance: when we share our blessings, our thoughts, our feelings, we are all made richer.

We hope and pray that you find peace, healing, hope and the infusion of joy in your life!

With our love and care,

Ron and Jean

MEDITATION "Brown Girl Creed" by Barbara Jane Reyes

Brown Girl Creed

Barbara Jane Reyes

I believe in my mother, the mother almighty,

mover of heaven and earth,

creator of daughters and dinner,

all that is always unseen,

I believe in my mother, daughter of Dr. and Mrs. Pulmano,

who dreamed an American dream,

who suffered barel