Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Praise Song, for Thanksgiving

Sent to me (and others) last night:

Praise Song

to my aunt blanche
who rolled from grass to driveway
into the street one sunday morning.
i was ten.       i had never seen
a human woman hurl her basketball
of a body into the traffic of the world.
Praise to the drivers who stopped in time.
Praise to the faith with which she rose
after some moments then slowly walked
sighing back to her family.
Praise to the arms which understood
little or nothing of what it meant
but welcomed her in without judgement,
accepting it all like children might,
like god.


Lucille Clifton

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