My Show Has Left Me All Aglow
“. . . because it allowed me and a gathering of folks to just enjoy ourselves for an hour or so during a time of shame and embarrassment in our country.” Poetry by Ernie McCray
I’ve had some amazing experiences on stage, and I haven’t arranged them in any particular order, but the love and appreciation I received the other day and the other night for the poetry I shared under the heading of “Still Me, After all These Years” topped it all for me, saying to me, at an age where I’m way more near my end than my beginning, that my life has had meaning, that people can relate to it and gain something of value from it, enough to stand and clap heartily after hearing the last words of it, applause that warmed my heart like the lullabies a mother hums and sings to a child, protecting the little one, in such moments, from any harm that might come their way, like from the bogey-man, a character who is imaginary – but the demon I was rescued from, at this time in my lifetime, was an orange tinted man who, in reality, is as evil as anyone can possibly be. Reflecting on my show has me all aglow because it allowed me and a gathering of folks to just enjoy ourselves for an hour or so during a time of shame and embarrassment in our country. Any respite will do.
Ernie McCray is an activist for love and peace who acts and sings and writes both poetry and prose, a man who rises each day to do whatever he can, no matter how small or grand, to make the world better in some way.
Unapologetically.