Tuesday, January 20, 2009

joy to the world.

i'm not sure what to write.
words do not seem enough to convey the pride, hope & joy i have today.
elizabeth alexander's inaugural poem moved me to tears, so perhaps it's best that i share that with you.

Praise song for the day.

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.

A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, "Take out your pencils. Begin."

We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, "I need to see what's on the other side; I know there's something better down the road."

We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.

Some live by "Love thy neighbor as thy self."

Others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.

In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.

On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.


  1. WOW. I love it even more reading it now than when I listened to it. What a wonderful day and a wonderful time to be alive. :)

  2. i REALLY loved that poem. it was a wonderful day.

  3. The goosebumps are back! Ahh, yesterday what a fantastic day. I look forward to seeing what comes for us and the USA!

  4. yesterday's events put true meaning into the title of this post! what a wonderful day!

  5. I started crying when I read this. What a beautiful poem!
    I watched the inauguration on a little TV from a tiny coastal village a couple of hours from Sydney & couldn't get enough of it. It was such a wonderful day, even for us so far away!
    Thanks Kelly
    Sue Middleagedteacher

  6. hey! i posted on that too!

    what a beautiful & hopeful way to introduce this new administration... let's pray a harbinger of things to come.



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