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One Wants A Teller In A Time Like This
One wants a Teller in a time like this.
One’s not a man, one’s not a woman grown,
To bear enormous business all alone.
One cannot walk this winding street with pride,
Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed,
Knowing one knows for sure the way back home.
One wonders if one has a home.
One is not certain if or why or how.
One wants a Teller now: —
Put on your rubbers and you won’t catch cold.
Here’s hell, there’s heaven. Go to Sunday School.
Be patient, time brings all good things — (and cool
Strong balm to calm the burning at the brain?) —
Behold, Love’s true, and triumphs; and God’s actual.
~ Gwendolyn Brooks
Beautiful poem from a beautiful poet of light. I see her in light smiling saying this celebration illuminates my spirit with joy and love, joy and love, joy and love. Thanks Gwendolyn Brooks for the light of your visions, for the love of your spirit. Love, Sean.