![]() ![]() I say a prayer, talk to God think of things I love: Birds and flowers and books dandelions, earthworms, mosses, all those things I never thought to love, or not enough. Like seedlings struggling towards the light, even though I need a baptism of magic waters to cure all that aches I don my gowns and masks and gloves Tend to the sick, the lost, the tired, the dead. I rise Like the sap in the maple tree knowing it's time to feed its budding branches. We received hundreds of responses, and NPR's resident poet Kwame Alexander took lines from submissions to create a community poem about the challenges of the past year and hope for times ahead.Įvery Morning I wake with wonder and dive into the day I grasp for my phone like a lifeline, a buoy, I rise among the displaced dreams of yore Supplanted plans, disrupted from the year So distanced from all social life before I set out on my way To make snacks for three kids because that's all I seem to do with them here all the damn day And it's hard work. As many begin to take steps to come out on the other side of the pandemic, Morning Edition asked NPR's audience to write a poem using Maya Angelou's poem "Still I Rise" as inspiration. ![]() Now, millions of Americans have been vaccinated, businesses are reopening and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention loosened guidance on mask-wearing for vaccinated people. ![]() The past year has been heavy and affected us in both small and big ways. ![]()
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