Amanda Gorman reads a poem at inauguration

Jan 21, 2021 | News | 0 comments


Friends, let me introduce Amanda Gorman, our nation’s first ever national poet laureate. Mr. president, Dr. bidden, madam vice president, Mr. Imhoff, Americans and the world, when the day comes, we ask ourselves: where can we find light in this never-ending shade, the loss we carry a sea? We must wade, we’ve braved, the belly of the beast: we’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace in the norms and notions of what just isn’t always just this, and yet the dawn is hours before we knew it. Somehow we do it. Somehow. We’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken but simply unfinished. We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny black girl, descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one. And yes, we are far from Paulist far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union. That is perfect. We are striving to forge our union with purpose, to compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man, and so we lift our gaze’s not to what stands between us. But what stands before us? We close the divide because we know to put our future first. We must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms, so we can reach out our arms to one another. We seek harm to none and harmony for all. Let the globe if nothing else say this is true that even as we grieved, we grew that even as we hurt, we hoped that, even as we tried, we tried that we’ll forever be tied together victorious, not because we will never again know defeat, but because we Will never again sow division. Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree, and no one shall make them afraid. If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in all the bridges. We’ve made, that is, the promise to glade the hill we climb. If only we dare it’s because being American is more than a pride, we inherit it’s the past we step into and how we repair it. We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share. It would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy and this effort very nearly succeeded, but while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated in this truth. In this faith, we trust, for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us. This is the era of just redemption. We feared it at its inception. We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but within it we found the power to author, a new chapter to offer, hope and laughter to ourselves. So while once we asked how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe now we assert how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us? We will not march back to what was but move to what shall be a country that is bruised but whole benevolent but bold, fierce and free. We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation, because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation. Our blenders become their burdens, but one thing is certain: if we merge mercy with mites and mites with rights, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright. So let us leave behind a country better than one. We were left with every breath from our bronze pounded chest. We will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one. We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west. We will rise from the wind swept northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the lake rim, cities of the Midwestern states. We will rise from the sun baked south, we will rebuild, reconcile and recover, and every known nook of our nation in every corner called our country. Our people, diverse and beautiful, will emerge battered and beautiful. When the day comes, we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid the new dawn blooms as we free it, for there was always light. If only were brave enough to see it. If only were brave enough to be it wow how’s – that for a national debut, most of us will remember where we were. When we heard Joe Biden takes the oath of office, give his inaugural address. You will all remember when we heard Amanda Gorman speaks to the world as America’s first national youth, poet.

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