That's what tonight's poem of hope is about--being thankful in difficult times.
Saint Marty is thankful for his friends tonight.
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; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
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