By Maya Angelou
During this appealing, deeply relocating poem, Maya Angelou conjures up us to include the peace and promise of Christmas, in order that desire and love can once more remove darkness from our vacations and the realm. "Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers, glance heavenward," she writes, "and converse the observe aloud. Peace."
Read through the poet on the lighting fixtures of the nationwide Christmas Tree on the White residence on December 1, 2005, Maya Angelou's social gathering of the "Glad Season" is a radiant confirmation of the goodness of lifestyles and a gorgeous vacation present for individuals of all faiths.
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I used to tell myself “i drink to understand those i do not know. to feel what they feel. what he feels. ” it is similar to my favorite bible verse but played with a little “to the drunkard i become the drunkard. to the stoner i become the stoner. ” a young gay man sits on a balcony fifty stories up, cigarette in his mouth, drink in his hand. he stares out into the waves, into oblivion. the air is cold and unsure. quick as a cat and soft as freedom. he thinks of the world against himthe jokers and the judgers, the politicians and the churches.
I think we are and will always be lonely people in a lonely world under lonely stars. we can never starve our loneliness. we can only hope that by the company of others, is doesn’t devour us. she was the kind of woman who only gave herself away in small doses, leaving men wondering like little children at all that she was. ” the problem is you think you are not magic. from any distance you appear as all things stunning do- they force us to forfeit all we knew before. you are exploding stars and fearfully forgotten truths, the way the ocean sways and ever so illuminating moons.
I truly believe if we love enough the earth will love us back. you are made of wind and fire and rain and dust and as long as you spread kindness consistently and abundantly, the flowers and trees will grant you freedom. your body will be so warm, the sun will ask you to dance, and you will feel so wonderful, there is no way you wouldn’t say yes. i still have the scarlet scarf you gave me. it smells of your wild freedom. if only we could feel what we remember and not just remember what we felt.
Amazing Peace: A Christmas Poem by Maya Angelou