Tomorrow is the big day...so exciting that it's finally here! I've had that Stevie Wonder song, Higher Ground, stuck in my head all day since hearing it at the "We Are One" concert last night. Gonna keep on tryin...Till I reach the highest ground. What a great song for a "celebration of American renewal" as Obama said last night. I can't wait to hear what he has to say tomorrow.
I'm taking the day off so I can watch every minute of this Celebration. I've never watched an Inauguration before! But of course until last year, I'd never given money to a political candidate or gone to a campaign rally either. I'm pretty emotional about all of this and part of me still can't believe it happened. Every time I think about the fact that we actually elected this amazing man, my heart fills up. I have a feeling that there will be many tears of joy shed by Team Obama tomorrow!
He's inheriting an ungodly mess and I don't have unrealistic expectations about any kind of quick fix, but I think he's a bright and progressive leader with a kind heart who will put together a team of people that will get us on the road to healing. We need an inspirational leader in the worst way and now we've got one. Blessings to him and his family.
My prayer is that more people all over the world will wake up to the beauty of diversity and realize that it's a wonderful and infinitely interesting blessing that there are people of different cultures, races, religions, and beliefs on this planet that we all share. How much we can learn from each other once we let go of old worn-out fears of those who are different from us in some way. We ARE all in this together and it really feels like tomorrow is a big step forward, not just for the USA but for the world as a whole.
(cool Capitol photo, public domain on Wikipedia Commons)
Elizabeth Alexander will be reading a poem at the Inauguration and I'm looking forward to hearing it.
This article from the BBC includes another Obama poem written by Gillian Clarke, the National Poet of Wales.
I love the fact that it's not only Americans who are celebrating this!
NEW YEAR, 2009
Venus in the arc of the young moon
is a boat the arms of a bay,
the sky clear to infinity
but for the trailing gossamer
of a transatlantic plane.
The old year and the old era dead,
pushed burning out to sea
bearing the bones of heroes, tyrants,
ideologues, thieves and deceivers
in a smoke of burning money.
The dream is over. Glaciers will melt.
Seas will rise to swallow golden islands.
Somewhere a volcano may whelm a city,
earth shake its skin like an old horse,
a hurricane topple a town to rubble.
Yet tonight, under the cold beauty
of the moon and Venus, something like hope begins,
as if times can turn, the world change course,
as if truth can speak, good men come to power,
and words have meaning again.
Maybe black-hearted boys in love with death
won't blow themselves and us to smithereens.
Maybe guns will fall silent, the powerful
cease slaughtering the weak, the rich
will not gorge as the poor starve.
Hope spoke the word 'Yes', the word 'we', the word 'can',
and a thousand British teenagers at Poetry Live
rose to their feet in a single yell of joy -
black, white, Christian, Muslim, Jew,
faithful and faithless. We are all in this together.
Ie. gallwn ni. (Yes, we can)