(Maya Angelou)
“…..Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage…
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.”
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A typical morning in CBC:
“Good morning!”
“How did you sleep?”
“Well! How did YOU sleep?”
“Well, too.”
A half hour later…
*handhug*
“Have a good day today!”
“You have a good day today, too!”
*end of morning exchange*