A Poem speaks to my soul

Sometimes you read something and it just speaks to your soul. I had that experience this week when I read this poem by one of my favourite people in the world, Maya Angelou. I can just here her reading this with all the passion it deserves in her smokey, raspy, gravelly voice . If you have ever heard Ms Angelou speak you too would love to hear these honeyed words slip from her mouth and wrap themselves around you like your favourite grandmothers hug.
Enjoy ~

The Rock Cries Out

Lift up your faces; you have a piercing need
for this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
the day breaking for you.
Give birth again
to the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
private need. Sculpt it into
the image of your most public self.

Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
for new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
to fear, yoked eternally
to brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
offering you space to place new steps of change.

                                                                    Maya Angelou