What a significant day for so many. I am watching the inauguration and seeing a sea of red flags waving is so beautiful. It seems that for this day there is some kind of unity again for the nation. I am so moved by this event, not only because I believe so much in the man who is our President but because the history of this day is so significant for the country.
The faces of the people are so telling, from the singing of the choir to the crowd who seems enraptured by being part of such history. I am enamored of this man who I believe is good, true and sincere. I feel it in my head and heart.
"We the people" echoed over and over. Yes, for everything, we the people work much better together than separately. Just knowing that we can pull together to live, progress and love is comforting. I feel moved by that in the life that I live with my wife, the recovery that I practice with others, and the rights that I have as a citizen.
"We, the people, declare today that the most evident of truths – that all of us are created equal – is the star that guides us still; just as it guided our forebears through Seneca Falls, and Selma, and Stonewall; just as it guided all those men and women, sung and unsung, who left footprints along this great Mall, to hear a preacher say that we cannot walk alone; to hear a King proclaim that our individual freedom is inextricably bound to the freedom of every soul on Earth." ~Barack Obama
And then this from Richard Blanco, the gay Cuban-American immigrant whose poem "Our Today" was read at the inauguration.
One sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes
tired from work: some days guessing at the weather
of our lives, some days giving thanks for a love
that loves you back, sometimes praising a mother
who knew how to give, or forgiving a father
who couldn’t give what you wanted.
We head home: through the gloss of rain or weight
of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always—home,
always under one sky, our sky. And always one moon
like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop
and every window, of one country—all of us—
facing the stars
hope—a new constellation
waiting for us to map it,
waiting for us to name it—together