They grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images,Īnd created new ways to live and heal the earth fully,Īnne: That is so beautiful. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced.Īnd the people began to think differently.Īnd, in the absence of people living in ignorant,Īnd when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, And the people stayed home.Īnd read books, and listened, and rested,Īnd exercised, and made art, and played games,Īnd learned new ways of being, and were still.
Oddly enough, I don't have a framed copy next to me but hang on a second. I called Kitty and asked her if she'd read it for us. She posted it to friends on Facebook and a few days later it was being shared by Deepak Chopra, Oprah Winfrey, and a few million others. A retired schoolteacher named Kitty O'Meara, wrote a short poem at lunch one day. I could give you dozens of examples, but here's one from my own backyard in Lake Mills, Wisconsin. Maybe that's one reason poetry is traveling the world right now. Capture the moment, find words for what seems impossible to express.
12 simple words from the close of Maya Angelou's poem Alone, but they capture what so many of us are feeling right now as we sit quietly in our apartments or houses or hospital beds. Nobody but nobody can make it out here alone.
