Yesterday morning at the end of my 6:30 a.m. yoga class I could not find the planned reading I had saved on my phone. Something else popped up and insisted I read it at the end of Savasana.

In the last week talking with close friends and reading blogs I keep seeing the same themes: uncertainty, fear, anger, frustration, scarcity and acting from wounded places. Me included. This is why I offer this reading as a salve to all of us.

Continue by Maya Angelou

My wish for you Is that you continue


To be who and how you are To astonish a mean world With your acts of kindness


To allow humor to lighten the burden Of your tender heart


In a society dark with cruelty To let the people hear the grandeur Of God in the peals of your laughter


To let your eloquence Elevate the people to heights They had only imagined


To remind the people that Each is as good as the other And that no one is beneath Nor above you


To remember your own young years And look with favor upon the lost And the least and the lonely


To put the mantle of your protection Around the bodies of The young and defenseless


To take the hand of the despised And diseased and walk proudly with them In the high street Some might see you and Be encouraged to do likewise


To plant a public kiss of concern On the cheek of the sick And the aged and infirm And count that as a Natural action to be expected


To let gratitude be the pillow Upon which you kneel to Say your nightly prayer And let faith be the bridge You build to overcome evil And welcome good


To ignore no vision Which comes to enlarge your range And increase your spirit


To dare to love deeply And risk everything For the good thing


To float Happily in the sea of infinite substance Which set aside riches for you Before you had a name


And by doing so You and your work Will be able to continue Eternally

7 thoughts on “Continue

  1. Lib Bain says:

    NEEDED THIS! Thank yoh fo always showing up wholeheartedly

    Liberty A thick and shapeless tree-trunk would never believe that it could become a statue, admired as a miracle of sculpture, and would never submit itself to the chisel of the sculptor, who sees by her genius what she can make of it. (St. Ignatius).



  2. Kathy says:

    This poem is balm indeed–that we can continue even when there is so much anxiety, fear and frustration. “To let gratitude be the pillow Upon which you kneel to Say your nightly prayer”

    Yes. ❤

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