Glory Falls

Glory falls around us
as we sob
a dirge of
desolation on the Cross
and hatred is the ballast of
the rock
which his upon our necks
and underfoot.
We have woven
robes of silk
and clothed our nakedness
with tapestry.
From crawling on this
murky planet's floor
we soar beyond the
birds and
through the clouds
and edge our waays from hate
and blind despair and
bring horror
to our brothers, and to our sisters cheer.
We grow despite the
horror that we feed
upon our own
tomorrow.
We grow.

by Maya Angelou

Comments (12)

We have woven robes of silk and clothed our nakedness with tapestry...good lines in this poem
Through the Clouds! ! Thanks for sharing.
Glory falls around us / as we sob / a dirge of / desolation on the Cross / and hatred is the ballast of / the rock / which lies upon our necks / and underfoot. [from a book of her poetry] Beautiful poem rather sloppily posted. Hope this helps readers enjoy the read
A hope for tomorrow. Great write by Maya. Thanks for sharing.
We grow despite the horror that we feed upon our own tomorrow. We grow.......so true. It is a great write of Maya Angelou.
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