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Praise Song/Prophecy

November 05, 2012 at 10:05 am by: nancy a heitzeg Category: 2012 Election, Intersectionality, Spirituality, Voting Rights

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Praise Song/Prophecy

commentary by nancy a heitzeg

For reasons unclear to me at the time, I re-read the 2009 Inauguration poem,

“Praise Song for the Day”.

And there it was.

Not just a poem for one day, but everyday. A poem for now. A poem for tomorrow.

Not just a poem, a prophecy.

Inauguration 2013 is on January 21 – on the National Holiday that is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.

We have always said here — with Leader Pelosi – “everything is at stake.”  

And so it is — that legacy too.

But We Decide and so we have – what if the mightiest word is love?”

Dreamers Prevail .

Go Vote tomorrow with Great Joy — We still walk “forward in that light.

 “Praise Song for the Day”

written and recited by Elizabeth Alexander, for the Inauguration of President Barack Hussein Obama, January 20, 2009. Published by as provided by Graywolf Press.

Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other, catching each other’s
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 some one 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 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 that casts a widening pool of light,
love 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.

7 comments
Seeta
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Beautiful Nancy! Thank you!

KayWhitlock
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Perfect.  Thanks Nancy.  And praises to Elizabeth Alexander.

 

Heading off for a GOTV shift!

nancy a heitzeg
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But when all is said and done, when you pick up that ballot to vote, you will face the clearest choice of any time in a generation… And on every issue, the choice you face won’t be just between two candidates or two parties.

 

It will be a choice between two different paths for America.

 

A choice between two fundamentally different visions for the future.

~ President Barrack Obama, DNC 2012