We will rise from the Goldlimbed hills of the West
OLord, We Thank You for Sending us Amanda Just in Time. All of our souls all around the world are still elevated, en-thou-siastically carried away on the dancing rhythm of her Voice, the tickling gestures of her elegant, talking, playing fingers. So thruthfull, so expressive. We thank You for the celestial Music, the beat, the acceleration, the grounded opening of All Our Souls, touched in full surprise by the turning of words, meaning, metamorphosing into each other, opening our Eyes for the Unknowable, the invisible; but nonetheless into harsh historic reality and Truth. Breathing Together into that Universal space, that eternal rhythm of profetic inspiration, singing from the shady inner echo’s of Your Psalmists, voicing from the depths of our own inner despairs and prayers.
I can not remember to ever have witnessed such an all-encompassing heavenly blend of rhythm&rhyme, herstory&metaphysics, Holy Words&Political Action, Healing&Humor, Playing&Transcendence, Praying&Empowering with Love, Humanizing&Confronting, Magic&Practical Vision, Dancing Words&Eternal Wisdom.
Litterally, Amanda, listening to you makes me grow in my grievances, you teach me to hope where I was hurt, to rise and try again where I feel tired. You did that to the World listening to you. And Thanks to your majestical voice I am defnitely elevated, carried away, stunned and utterly speechless, extatic as you are speeding up in the following metastrophical words:
"So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left. With every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one. We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west, we will rise from the winds swept north-east where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the lake-rinsed cities of the midwestern states. We will rise from the sun-baked South. We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover in every known nook of our nation and every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful will emerge battered and beautiful.