Sunday, May 1, 2011

Sunday Muse

"Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am that Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.
I, the Rock, I, the River, I, the Tree
I am yours -- your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, but if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes
Upon this day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream."

-- excerpted from "The Pulse of the Morning" by Maya Angelou


  1. I must drop by and say 'hello' - sorry to have been absent; I'll catch up again with you soon I hope. A.