On the Pulse of Morning
by Maya Angelou
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon,
The dinosaur, who left dried tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow,
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness
Have lain too long
Facedown in ignorance,
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out to us today,
You may stand upon me,
But do not hide your face.
Maria de Jesus Gomez
Teak Safiya
Debbee AM-Lynn
Dr. Gabriella Korosi
Mindful Brandy
Galen
Yolanda “Ya Ya”Jones
Welcome Home with Love and Honor
YOU ARE an inspiration to the military family.
May the land rise up to meet you and the sky embrace you.
Watch the whole Rite of Return journey in the video above with photography by John Crary and Frequency Minded Music by Ian Morris at ListeningtoSmile featuring the one and only mOody bLaCk.
