Over the past months, I have taken my poetry recitation outside. There seems to be a fresh energy that comes when surrounded by the sounds of a vibrant nature scene that thrives within the confines of city life.
“Benediction” by Georgia Douglas Johnson was my companion when I came upon a family (gaggle) of Canadian Geese gathering for an evening swim. While the goslings were well on their way to maturity, they were still protected by the older generation. Time moves on. Within a few short months, the Geese family structure will change as the goslings reach maturity, preparing to become next year’s guardian cohort.
As so it is with us, which is beautifully illustrated in “Benediction”. There is a flow from generation to generation, with time allotted and duties assigned to each. It is an arch of ascending and descending, of striving upwards and a downward slope of acceptance and celebration. “To every thing there is a season…”
May we enjoy every season of our lives.
Benediction by Georgia Douglas Johnson
Go forth, my son,
Winged by my heart’s desire!
Great reaches, yet unknown,
For your possession.
I may not, if I would,
Retrace the way with you,
My pilgrimage is through,
But life is calling you!
Fare high and far, my son,
A new day has begun,
Thy star-ways must be won
Georgia Douglas Johnson, (September 10, 1880 – May 15, 1966), was an African-American poet, one of the earliest African-American female playwrights and an important figure of the Harlem Renaissance.