A Poem for Sunday: “On the Pulse of the Morning” by Maya Angelou

With the passing of Maya Angelou earlier this week, it only seems right that today’s poem be from this amazing writer.  On the Pulse of the Morning is one of my favorites by her.  I hope you come to love and enjoy it as much as I do.

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 on me,
But do not hide your face.

Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.

Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,

Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.

The River sings and sings on.

There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.

Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.

Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.

Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.

You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers- desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot…
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours- your Passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.

Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.

The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.

No less to Midas than the mendicant.

No less to you now than the mastodon then.

Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.

Maya Angelou

Beautify Your Summer Skin with a JenSan Dead Sea Salt Body Scrub

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The benefits of Dead Sea Salt are well documented. It is known for its therapeutic value to the health of your skin. Salts gathered from the Dead Sea contain over 80 minerals that are essential for your skin’s health. And these minerals are present in Dead Sea Salt at over 10 times the rate of any other sea salts.  JenSan enhances the benefits of Dead Sea Salts in their scrubs with the addition of organic sweet almond, olive, soybean and macadamia nut oils.

 Sweet almond oil is a wonderful emollient that helps restore the moisture in your skin. Olive oil helps the skin regain its natural oil balance and its antioxidant properties helps protect from harmful free radicals. Soybean oil is filled with vitamins and minerals that help to restore luster and glow to your skin, and macadamia nut oil helps the skin…

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A Poem for Memorial Day: “Soldier, Maiden, and Flower” by Eugene Field

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With Memorial Day tomorrow, I thought this poem by Eugene Field was well suited to the moment. “Sweetheart, take this,” a soldier said,“And bid me brave good-by;It may befall we ne’er shall wed,But love can never die.Be steadfast in thy troth to me,And then, whate’er my lot,‘My soul to God, my heart to thee,’–Sweetheart, forget […]

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Refreshing Summer Cocktails and Beverage Recipes

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Here are four delicious summer cocktail and beverage recipes that are great for entertaining or simply to enjoy after a long day of work.  The stacked beverage server from Horchow is also the perfect container for dispensing your refreshments of choice. The Sweet Pea vodka cocktail from Bon…

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9 Enticing Candle Scents For Summer

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Scented candles are traditionally associated with the fall and winter seasons but they are great all year round.  In fact, some of the most enticing aromas are found during the summer months.  From scents like sun-kissed kiwi mango to a lush rose garden , these candles will fill your home with the inviting bouquets of paradise.  Here are 9 of our favorite summer […]

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A Poem for Sunday: “Choices by Nikki Giovanni

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Choicesif i can’t do what i want to do then my job is to not do what i don’t want to do it’s not the same thing but it’s the best i can do if i can’t have what i want    then my job is to want what i’ve got and be satisfied that at least there is something more to want since i can’t go where i need to go    then i […]

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A Poem for Mother’s Day: “Sonnets are Full of Love” by Christina Rossetti

Our beautiful mom, Marjorie

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome Has many sonnets: so here now shall be One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home, To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome; Whose service is my special […]

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A Poem for Sunday: “Testament” by Carolyn M. Rodgers

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child, in the august of your life you come barefoot to me the blisters of events having worn through to the soles of your shoes. it is not the time this is not the time there is no such time to tell you that some pains ease away on the ebb & toll of themselves. […]

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HAPPY NEW YEAR

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Jennifer and I would like to take this moment to wish our customers and friends a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year.  2013 was our best year on record and we could not have done it without the support of new customers and the loyalty of old ones.  Thanks for all of your support in […]

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Merry Christmas

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He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.—Roy L. Smith

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