I cried a bucket...
Went back and pulled out each tear...
Some represented joy, some memories of sadness and fear .
This one for each time I heard the words.."I have a dream"
A dream that at times was a fantasy it would seem.
This one for the rocks that were thrown, simply because of their skin.
I cry even more for unnecessary use of that word that begins with n.
I cried a tear for a little girl passed over for a birthday party invite...
Her mommy said I couldn't come, because I wasn't white.
I cried 10 tears for each mile my grandmother walked to work.
The ten were also for what they thought the week's chores were worth.
I cried for Medgar, Martin, and others who endured strife...
I cried for their sacrifice, for purpose they traded life.
..for the rainbow of people who came to be a part of history
a true family photo, of my country tis of thee.
I cried for the 98 year old man who didn't walk through life seeking wealth.
But felt rich, crying in Washington, 'cause he'd seen it for himself.
I cry at the times I've had doubts and dreamed small.
And declined to remember that all things are possible with God.
Now the tears trickle from the joy of something beautiful and real.
And I cry because words could not possibly express how I feel.
Now I cry for the preparation …the making of a man.
In the womb God whispered, "can you do it" at birth his cry echoed "yes I can".
I cry out in joy for the new song, my own son can sing,
there are no limits, reach beyond they sky...spread wings.
So here he is in a time that does not catch God by surprise,
And he serves our country inspired by the dreams he sees in his own daughters' eyes.
The tears I cry represent, emotions from so many places in my heart,
As now I cried for truly I saw a new start.
In the reflection, what I saw was not a bucket of bitter regret.
But tears that watered the way to a moment I would not forget.
And I realized for a time of such awe, and evidence of a new day to begin.
That I would gladly cry each and every tear once again.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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