On the Pulse of Morning
Angelou, Maya, National Catholic Reporter
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here On our planet floor. Any broad alarm 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 more 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 spilling words Armed for slaughter. The Rock cries out today, you may stand upon me, …
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Publication information:
Article title: On the Pulse of Morning.
Contributors: Angelou, Maya - Author.
Magazine title: National Catholic Reporter.
Volume: 29.
Issue: 13
Publication date: January 29, 1993.
Page number: 24.
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COPYRIGHT 1993 Gale Group.
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