Lift
up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
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.
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 againThe day breaking for you.
To the dream.
Women,
children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold
it into the shape of your mostTake it into the palms of your hands.
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.
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 dayYou 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.
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