Those are the ending stanzas of a poem called “Praise Song for the Day” by Elizabeth Alexander.
And what I had been trying to say before it so rudely disappeared on me, was that these lines danced out at me in light of this podcast. Specifically the part of the podcast about how speech becomes noise without love. And what more proof do we need of that than the fact that “six-seven” is Dictionary.com’s word of the year. (One of the most depressing things I’ve heard lately.)
Okay. At least I got that part posted. This is the third time I’ve attempted to post this comment, but it kept deleting on me in the process of copying and pasting those lines.
“Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself, others by first do no harm or take no more than you need. What if the mightiest word is love?
Love beyond marital, filial, national, love that casts a widening pool of light, love with no need to pre-empt grievance.
In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, any thing can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,
praise song for walking forward in that light.
Those are the ending stanzas of a poem called “Praise Song for the Day” by Elizabeth Alexander.
And what I had been trying to say before it so rudely disappeared on me, was that these lines danced out at me in light of this podcast. Specifically the part of the podcast about how speech becomes noise without love. And what more proof do we need of that than the fact that “six-seven” is Dictionary.com’s word of the year. (One of the most depressing things I’ve heard lately.)
“What if the mightiest word is love?”
Eeeww. Didn’t mean for it to link to that.
Okay. At least I got that part posted. This is the third time I’ve attempted to post this comment, but it kept deleting on me in the process of copying and pasting those lines.