January 26: Celebrating, Lucille Clifton, "won't you celebrate with me"

I am celebrating tonight.  Friends are coming to my house to eat and talk.  The soup is simmering on the stove, and the table is set.  Even in dark times, there are always blessings to count, thankfulness to raise up.

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.