One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores, peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies.
When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never ending shade?
In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.
But seek no honor in my shadow. I will give you no hiding place down here.
Lift up your eyes upon this day breaking for you.
A Cento Poem created from lines of past Inaugural addresses. After listening and watching Amanda Gorman’s poem recitation at the recent Inauguration I became curious about past Inauguration poems. I found them and started looking for common themes between them.