This past Tuesday, when I saw that humongous throng standing shoulder to shoulder in Washington DC waiting to see Barack Obama’s inauguration, this song kept popping into my head:
One could not help but be moved by such a site,all those people celebrating a moment. Even if they were a little rude at times (for my southern sensibilities, there are few sins more grievous than rudeness), nevertheless, it was a beautiful thing altogether.
And I love these words:
We were so close, there was no room, we bled inside each other’s wounds. We had all caught the same disease. And we all sang the songs of peace.
Some came to sing. Some came to pray. Some came to keep the dark away.
I celebrate the new spirit of service that Obama is ushering in. Let’s hope it lasts.
