Monday, October 04, 2010

Scrap that Poetry's 1st Anniversary Challenge

Hello & happy Monday! Scrap that Poetry is celebrating its 1st year anniversary with a wonderful poem and I'm excited to be able to squeeze in some scrap time and be able to play along. Here is the poem (such a wonderful one that was new to me-- thanks Jennifer for sharing it!):

The Rock Cries Out to Us Today 
by Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the tree.
Today, the first and last of every tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the river.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.
Each of you, descendant of some passed on
Traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers--
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours--your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
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
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
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.

Here is my page... I couldn't help but be inspired by all of thoughts of the new beginnings and the one thing that symbolizes that better than anything else in my mind is new baby.
And a card...

Thats all I have to share today. Thanks for visiting:)

Hugs!
Photobucket
Products: patterned paper (Bella Boulevard), letter stickers (Queen & Co.), felt & button (Papertrey Ink), ribbon (Bazzill Basics Paper), other (black pen, floss)

9 comments:

Shelee said...

Hi Windy!
I absolutely adore your LO and card for this anniversary challenge at STP. So nice to see your work again!
Shelee :) xx

Audrey Pettit said...

very cool, Windy! I really like your interpretation of that poem with your page and card. The clouds really translate well on the paper and I love how you used the last line as your title.
Very cool, too, to see a card made from the same goodies.

Jennifer Campbell said...

Absolutely stunning!!! Thanks so much for sharing what inspired you with the poem in two special creations!!! You know how much we love you at STP!!! Thanks for playing along during our special anniversary challenge!

aussiescrapper said...

Hello my friend, I totally agree absolutely stunning, you have mixed some amazing colours here but firstly what a gorgeous bubby you have, and that poem seriously made me teary, a very emotional verse, the card is just true Windy style with that gorgeous ribbon. Love to you and your family. Melxx

Jane said...

These are just beautiful Windy!!!

Jeanet said...

This is beautiful!Love that photo and the card is gorgeous!

Scraptastic Mel x said...

Love the big yellow flower on the LO very striking. Glad you could join us again for this challenge.

Shazza said...

Great take on the challenge Windy, your page is so beautiful and a great card!
cheers
shazza

hippychic said...

Thanks for playing Windy, nice to see your work