"A day that will live in infamy"
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.
Now we will truly see if the Founding Fathers made a system strong enough to hold up against what is to come. Well quoted.
ReplyDeleteYes, the system that they put in place will be tested as it never has been before.
DeleteAmen........
ReplyDeleteThat sums it up, doesn't it?
DeleteToday I feel hope and anxiety in equal measure. Expect to feel that way for some time. My spirit is with the women marching. As usual the press yesterday reported on the little bit of violence instead of the groundswell of peaceful patriots. Here we go.
ReplyDeleteThe protests, not just here but around the world, are amazing. I can't march with them but I am certainly with them in spirit and support them every way that I can.
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