by Nikki Grimes
The truth is, every day we rise is like thunder --
a clap of surprise. Could be echoes of trouble, or blossoms
of blessing. You never know what garish or gorgeously
disguised memories-to-be might rain down from above.
So, look up! Claim that cloud with the silver lining. Our
job, if you ask me, is to follow it. See where it heads.
From:
One Last Word: Wisdom from the Harlem Renaissance
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