A BRAVE
AND STARTLING TRUTH

It was written by Maya Angelou,
recited by her at the United Nations......

We, this people on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through causal space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we discover
A brave and startling truth
And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identibal plots in foreign lands
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it

When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged may walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of about

When we come to it

Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Not the Garden of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled in delicious color
By Western sunsets
Not the Danube flowing in its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fugi stretching to the rising sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor
Nurture all creaturs in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it

We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade, the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this moat of matter in whose mouths abide
cantakerous
words
Which challenge our existence, Yet out of those same mouths
Can come songs of such exquisite sweetness, That the heart falters in
its labor
And the body is quieted into awe
We this people, on this small and drifting planet whose hands can
strike with such abandon
that in a twinklin, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can tough with such healing, irresistible
tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow, and the proud back is glad to
bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils or divines

When we come to it

We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth have the power to fashion for this
earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live feely without sanctimonious piety and without crippling fear

When we come to it

We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonders of this world
That is when, and only when...
WE COME TO IT!

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