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A Few Thoughts From Rev. CTC
On Saturday October 24, 2020 – we dedicated our Black Lives Matter banner. This is by no means an ending to our work against racial inequity. No, it is but one
important step along the pathway that leads towards true justice. The BLM banner is also a concrete example of our Unitarian Universalist values. Displaying it on our building speaks to the local State College community and the broader world. In essence it says: we are a compassionate collective that fights for those systemically betrayed, harmed and left on the margins of our society.
There is much work yet to be done. As we continue to walk together, I offer you the words of two poets I count on: Lucille Clifton and Marge Piercy. Their words are always present in my life. May the language crafted by these women inspire us to get in, “…good trouble…” and do the things that matter.
Sending Love, JOY and Strength for the journey,
Rev. Carol Thomas Cissel
(814) 237-7605 ext. 100
won’t you celebrate with me
by Lucille Clifton
won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life?
i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand;
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
To be of use
By Marge Piercy
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.
I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.
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