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Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes,
Into your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
Maya Angelou
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3 comments:
Though the distance between us keeps us too few hours connected, the depth of who you are is one of the many reasons I continue to call you my best friend. You inspire me when I need it--even when you didn't know I DID need it. There aren't many people around me who offer worthwhile interaction, so I'm glad I have one who does--no matter how far away she is!
now considering Lauren's wonderful note -- I feel a little bad about what I am going to post here...
because a great deal of what she has to say is very true about you Mitch....
Still.... you are my friend because you know who I am... so...
Let me be me and say:
Maya Angelou?
Really? REALLY?
Okay.
Oprah.
:)
ha!
horizons is a favorite which draws from this.
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