Women, children, men -- take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most private need.
Sculpt it into the image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Here on the pulse of this fine day
May you have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes,
Into your brother's face, your country.
And say simply, very simply -- with hope -- Good Morning.
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