leading
To be a leader takes incredible courage, I really believe it is an annointing or a calling. some of us are born to follow and that is fine, some of us are servant leaders which is a humble calling and an extraordinary challenge and some of us are called to lead and that can be rewarding but isolating and lonely at times. Surround yourself with people who you can trust whether you are following or leading. I pray that you find your purpose.
I read something today that was truly inspiring to me. I am thinking and reflecting on it but it is in line with my favorite poem/prayer. The Hopi Indian prayer called We are the ones we've been waiting for. This is the last stanza of a poem written by the late June Jordan.
sing sweetly and quietly, listen to the voice inside you. Lead on because you are ONE you've been waiting for.
much love,
Nadine
June Jordan (1939 -2002 ) African-American poet
Source: poem for South African women by June Jordan
(last stanzas)
And who will join this standing up and the ones who stood without sweet company will sing and sing back into the mountains and if necessary even under the sea:
we are the ones we have been waiting for.
I read something today that was truly inspiring to me. I am thinking and reflecting on it but it is in line with my favorite poem/prayer. The Hopi Indian prayer called We are the ones we've been waiting for. This is the last stanza of a poem written by the late June Jordan.
sing sweetly and quietly, listen to the voice inside you. Lead on because you are ONE you've been waiting for.
much love,
Nadine
June Jordan (1939 -2002 ) African-American poet
Source: poem for South African women by June Jordan
(last stanzas)
And who will join this standing up and the ones who stood without sweet company will sing and sing back into the mountains and if necessary even under the sea:
we are the ones we have been waiting for.
Here is the poem in its entirety
Poem for South African Women
Our own shadows disappear as the feet of thousands by the tens of thousands pound the fallow land into new dust that rising like a marvelous pollen will be fertile even as the first woman whispering imagination to the trees around her made for righteous fruit from such deliberate defense of life as no other still will claim inferior to any other safety in the world
The whispers too they intimate to the inmost ear of every spirit now aroused they carousing in ferocious affirmation of all peaceable and loving amplitude sound a certainly unbounded heat from a baptismal smoke where yes there will be fire
And the babies cease alarm as mothers raising arms and heart high as the stars so far unseen nevertheless hurl into the universe a moving force irreversible as light years traveling to the open eye
And who will join this standing up and the ones who stood without sweet company will sing and sing back into the mountains and if necessary even under the sea:
we are the ones we have been waiting for.
Written by June Jordan (1936 - 2002)
The whispers too they intimate to the inmost ear of every spirit now aroused they carousing in ferocious affirmation of all peaceable and loving amplitude sound a certainly unbounded heat from a baptismal smoke where yes there will be fire
And the babies cease alarm as mothers raising arms and heart high as the stars so far unseen nevertheless hurl into the universe a moving force irreversible as light years traveling to the open eye
And who will join this standing up and the ones who stood without sweet company will sing and sing back into the mountains and if necessary even under the sea:
we are the ones we have been waiting for.
Written by June Jordan (1936 - 2002)
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