Wordless Wednesday: Side by side
Poetry Sunday: Hymn for the Hurting by Amanda Gorman
You probably remember poet Amanda Gorman from her appearance at the inauguration of President Biden. She read her poem "The Hill We Climb" on that occasion. After the senseless slaughter in Uvalde this week, she was inspired to write another poem which was published in The New York Times. It seemed perfect for the occasion and so I stole it in order to feature it here, just in case you didn't get a chance to read it in the Times . Hymn for the Hurting by Amanda Gorman Everything hurts, Our hearts shadowed and strange, Minds made muddied and mute. We carry tragedy, terrifying and true. And yet none of it is new; We knew it as home, As horror, As heritage. Even our children Cannot be children, Cannot be. Everything hurts. It’s a hard time to be alive, And even harder to stay that way. We’re burdened to live out these days, While at the same time, blessed to outlive them. This alarm is how we know We must be altered — That we must differ or die, That we must triumph or try.
Just out for an afternoon stroll..
ReplyDeleteThat's it!
DeleteI dropped over here from bookworm's blog. This is a lovely picture. My mother is quite a bird watcher, although not an official "birder." I enjoy photos of birds, although have never had time to really delve into the details. Maybe someday!
ReplyDeleteGood for your mother! Birding is a wonderful hobby. I highly recommend it for anyone interested in Nature. Photographing birds, especially small birds, is a challenge because birds tend to fly - usually just as I've got them in focus. But I enjoy trying. I usually have somewhat better luck with large birds like the Whooping Cranes.
Delete