Saturday, April 18, 2020

Saturday ~ April 18, 2020

Because the year is new and the great change already underway,
we concede a thousandfold and feel, harder than the land itself,
a complicity for everything we did not see or comprehend: cynicism borne of raw despair,
long-cultivated hatreds, the promise of leaders traveling like cool silence through the dark.
My life is here, in this small room, and like you
I am waiting to know - but there is no time to wait for what has happened.
What does the future ask of me?
those who won't have enough to eat by evening,
those whose disease will now take hold -
and the decades that carry past me once I've died,
generations of children, the suffering that is never solved,
the heat over the earth, its marshes,
its crowded towers, its unbreathable night air.
I would open my hand from the wrist,
step outside, not lose nerve.
Here is the day, still to be lived.
We do not fully know what we do.

(Joanna Klink, b. 1969)

Friday, April 17, 2020

Friday ~ April, 17, 2020

Remember the sky you were born under,
know each of the star's stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun's birth at dawn:
that is the strongest point of time.
Remember sundown and the giving away to night.
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled
to give you form and breath. you are evidence of
her life, and her mother's, and hers.
Remember your father. he is your life, also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are:
red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth
brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animals life -
all have their tribe, their families, their histories, too.
Talk to them, listen to them.
They are alive poems.
Remember the wind. remember her voice.
She knows the origin of the universe
remember you are all people
and all people are you.
Remember you are this universe
and this universe is you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember language comes from this,
remember the dance language is, that life is.

(Joy Harjo, b. 1951)

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Wednesday ~ April, 15,2020

May the tide that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss the wind then turn from it
certain that it will love you back
may you open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that

(Lucille Clifton, 1936 - 2010)

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Tuesday ~ April 14, 2020

Everyone should be born into this world happy and loving everything.
But in truth, it rarely works that way.
For myself, I have spent my life clambering toward it.
Hallelujah, anyway I'm not where I started!
And have you too been trudging like that,
sometimes almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
and how miraculously kind some people can be?

(Mary Oliver, 1935 - 2019)

Monday, April 13, 2020

Monday ~ April 13, 2020

I know there is 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 figure-it-out at kitchen tables.
Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself,
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 with casts a widening pool of light,
live with no need to pre-empt grievance.
In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air,
any thing+ can be made, any sentence begun.
on the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,
praise song for walking forward in that light.

(Elizabeth Alexander, b. 1962)


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