Thoughtful Thursday: Amanda Gorman’s Inauguration Poem

Thoughtful Thursday: Amanda Gorman’s Inauguration Poem

Even if you missed yesterday’s inauguration, odds are you’ve already heard about Amanda Gorman, the 22 year old poet who was a star at the inaugural ceremony.  The amazing Ms. Gorman read her poem The Hill We Climb as the world watched in awe.  Her words, her imagery, her poise, her eloquence, and the joy in her delivery captivated and inspired all.  Amanda, a 2020 Harvard graduate who was the first National Youth Poet Laureate, was asked to perform at the inauguration by First Lady Dr. Jill Biden.  Amanda was still writing her poem, the theme of which mirrors the “America United” theme of the inauguration,  when the U.S. Capitol was attacked on January 6.  While she watched the attack in horror and disgust, she noted,  “I felt an enormous responsibility to say  ‘Ok, This is occurring.  What am I going to do about it?’  What she did was create a wonderful, inspirational poem that is reprinted below.  We are all better for having heard this work.

Amanda Gorman has two books coming out: The Hill We Climb: Poems and Change Sings: A Children’s Anthem.  Although they are not planned to be released until the fall, they are already topping the best seller lists. The sky’s the limit for Amanda Gorman and we all have the pleasure of watching her soar.

Share this poem with your children, and enjoy.

 

The Hill We Climb

When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast, we’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace and the norms and notions of what just is, isn’t always justice. And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it, somehow we do it, somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken but simply unfinished.

We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one. And, yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect, we are striving to forge a union with purpose, to compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.

So we lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us. We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another, we seek harm to none and harmony for all.

Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true: that even as we grieved, we grew, even as we hurt, we hoped, that even as we tired, we tried, that we’ll forever be tied together victorious, not because we will never again know defeat but because we will never again sow division.

Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one should make them afraid. If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in in all of the bridges we’ve made.

That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb if only we dare it because being American is more than a pride we inherit, it’s the past we step into and how we repair it. We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it. That would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy, and this effort very nearly succeeded. But while democracy can periodically be delayed, but it can never be permanently defeated.

In this truth, in this faith, we trust, for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us, this is the era of just redemption we feared in its inception we did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour but within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves, so while once we asked how can we possibly prevail over catastrophe, now we assert how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us.

We will not march back to what was but move to what shall be, a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free, we will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation, our blunders become their burden. But one thing is certain: if we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright.

So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left, with every breath from my bronze, pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one, we will rise from the golden hills of the West, we will rise from the windswept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution, we will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states, we will rise from the sunbaked South, we will rebuild, reconcile, and recover in every known nook of our nation in every corner called our country our people diverse and beautiful will emerge battered and beautiful, when the day comes we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid, the new dawn blooms as we free it, for there is always light if only we’re brave enough to see it, if only we’re brave enough to be it.

Amanda Gorman

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