Freedom is not given to us by anyone;
we have to cultivate it ourselves.
It is a daily practice.
THICH NHAT HANH
When Eve walked among
the animals and named them –
nightingale, red-shouldered hawk,
fiddler crab, fallow deer –
I wonder if she ever wanted
them to speak back, looked into
their wide wonderful eyes and
whispered, Name me, name me.
Ada Limón, 42, is an American poet. She was a finalist for the 2015 National Book Award in Poetry. In an interview by Suzannah Windsor in April 21, 2014 in Compose Journal, Ada Limón: “My grandfather on my father’s side was from San Juan de los Lagos, Mexico. He crossed the border as a child in 1917 after his family’s land was confiscated by Pancho Villa’s troops during the Mexican revolution. I was not raised in a bilingual family. My grandfather rarely spoke Spanish even. He worked hard to assimilate into U.S. culture, growing…
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I am – oh – so grateful for moments like these – for prayers like these.
Some days are filled with so much noise. This can be noise from within or all around or both.
It can be near and very far away. It is the type of noise that brings no peace.
And so I am grateful for the moments when God reminds me there is a peace that can be found in quiet.