When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal