Read by the poet

  at the lighting of the

  National Christmas Tree,

  Washington, D.C.

  I December 2005

  Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes

  And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.

  Floodwaters await in our avenues.

  Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche

  Over unprotected villages.

  The sky slips low and gray and threatening.

  We question ourselves. What have we done to so affront nature?

  We interrogate and worry God.

  Are you there? Are you there, really?

  Does the covenant you made with us still hold?

  Into this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters,

  Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope And singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.

  The world is encouraged to come away from rancor,

  Come the way of friendship.

  It is the Glad Season.

  Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner.

  Floodwaters recede into memory.

  Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us

  As we make our way to higher ground.

  Hope is born again in the faces of children.

  It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets.

  Hope spreads around the earth, brightening all things,

  Even hate, which crouches breeding indark corridors.

  In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.

  At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.

  We listen carefully as it gathers strength.

  We hear a sweetness.

  The word is Peace.

  It is loud now.

  Louder than the explosion of bombs.

  We tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by its presence.

  It is what we have hungered for.

  Not just the absence of war. But true Peace.

  A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.

  Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

  We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas.

  We beckon this good season to wait awhile with us.

  We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.

  Peace.

  Come and fill us and our world with your majesty.

  We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian,

  Implore you to stay awhile with us

  So we may learn by your shimmering light

  How to look beyond complexion and see community.

  It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time.

  On this platform of peace, we can create a language

  To translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.

  At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ

  Into the great religions of the world.

  We jubilate the precious advent of trust.

  We shout with glorious tongues the coming of hope.

  All the earth's tribes loosen their voices

  To celebrate the promise of Peace.

  We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers,

  Look heavenward and speak the word aloud,

  Peace. We look at our world and speak the word aloud.

  Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves,

  And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation:

  Peace, My Brother.

  Peace, My Sister.

  Peace, My Soul.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Poet, writer, performer, teacher, and director

  MAYA ANGELOUwas raised in Stamps, Arkansas, and

  then went to San Francisco. In addition to her bestselling

  autobiographies, beginning with I Know Why the Caged

  Bird Sings, she has also written five poetry collections,

  including I Shall Not Be Movedand Shaker, Why Don't You

  Sing?, as well as the celebrated poem “On the Pulse of

  Morning,” which she read at the inauguration of

  President William Jefferson Clinton, and ‘A Brave and

  Startling Truth,” written at the request of the

  United Nations and read at its fiftieth anniversary.

  Copyright © 2005 by Maya Angelou

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