After a lot of dispiriting news this week and the feeling that women and their truths don't seem to matter to a great many people, I found James Weldon Johnson's "Sonnet" to be a welcome antidote.
Sonnet
by James Weldon Johnson
My heart be brave, and do not falter so,
Nor utter more that deep, despairing wail.
Thy way is very dark and drear I know,
But do not let thy strength and courage fail;
For certain as the raven-winged night
Is followed by the bright and blushing morn,
Thy coming morrow will be clear and bright;
’Tis darkest when the night is furthest worn.
Look up, and out, beyond, surrounding clouds,
And do not in thine own gross darkness grope,
Rise up, and casting off thy hind’ring shrouds,
Cling thou to this, and ever inspiring hope:
Tho’ thick the battle and tho’ fierce the fight,
There is a power making for the right.
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9 comments:
You and I are on the same wavelength today. I was also thinking antidotes. :-)
Ah, as always JW Johnson is lovely. This is like a hymn.
Thanks for the inspiring poem -- so very much needed this week. There is hope no matter how bad things seem. . .
We can only hope the coming morrow is bright... thanks for sharing this one.
It is quite lovely, Karen & a welcome breath of inspiration for the morn. I love that ending, "There is a power making for the right."
Thanks, friends, for being here with me. :)
Clinging to hope! And also buying some matches to burn down the patriarchy.
xo
Thank you. These words do offer hope in the face of a difficult week.
Tabatha and Kay - thank you, sisters! :)
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