Rise Again

Natural grasses- Photo taken in New Zealand 2008

Natural grasses- Photo taken in New Zealand 2008

We rise again in the grass. In the flowers. In songs.   – grandmother and World War II survivor in the novel  All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. 

Sunset in Fiji- Photo taken in 2011

Sunset in Fiji- Photo taken in 2011

“No sun outlasts its sunset, but will rise again, and bring the dawn.” – Maya Angelou in a tribute to Nelson Mandela after his death in 2013

Photo taken in Jiang China in 2004

Photo taken in Chongqing China in 2004

We rise again in the faces
of our children
We rise again in the voices of our song
We rise again in the waves out on the ocean
And then we rise again.

– chorus of We Rise Again by Leon Dubinsky, sung by the choir at the child dedication church service of my grandson in 2012

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2 responses to “Rise Again

  1. Meena Stephen

    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may tread me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I’ll rise.

    Did you want to see me broken?
    Bowed head and lowered eyes?
    Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
    Weakened by my soulful cries.

    Does my haughtiness offend you?
    Don’t you take it awful hard
    ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
    Diggin’ in my own back yard.

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I’ll rise.

    Does my sexiness upset you?
    Does it come as a surprise
    That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
    At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history’s shame
    I rise
    Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
    I rise
    I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
    I rise
    Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
    I rise
    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
    I rise
    I rise
    I rise.

    Maya Angelou

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