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Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees poem

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees poem



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Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees poem by Mary Ellen Hayden

Some fruit hangs from the boughs of some old tree: Who knows the hand?

A wind in the tree shakes the leaves, it's a wind from home.

The hand's a stranger here, it's a hand in the east.

Some fruits hang, the fruits hang from the tree: Who knows the hand?

The hand's a stranger here, a wind in the tree shakes the leaves,

a wind from home.

This post was also published on my old personal blog, as a poem.

On the morning after the election, I woke up, turned off the alarm, and went downstairs. I found that my friend, who is a lawyer, had filed suit against the Trump administration for declaring his executive order against refugees and immigrants to be a lawful action.

My friend had not told me she was going to do that, because she didn't want to be in a political position in which it would be easy for her to be asked how she is feeling. She is a brave person, and knew her own grief would have been unbearable if she had to tell anyone, including me. She wanted to be able to continue her job at the firm, and to have a quiet way of resisting the administration. I can understand that. But I'm glad she told me, because I would have found it harder to carry on if she hadn't.

I had not imagined when I woke that morning that I would be waking up to the news that there is a lawsuit against the U.S. government that makes it possible for me to feel the kind of overwhelming emotion that I did. I'd had that feeling, too, after the election, but I'd had a friend to take it to her because she was strong enough to take it on.

My friend had told me before that there was a feeling of shock coming from the outside when we realized what we'd been going through. I had not imagined that I'd be the person to feel it the most. I had not imagined how important I would find it to have someone to take it to. I had not imagined how much I would feel the need to make someone else feel that loss of safety. But I had been right to believe that I would not need to experience that grief alone, because there are other people who care.

My friend did what she did for the reason that I know: to resist the administration and to save lives. But the feeling I've had, at a time when the nation was a target for the second-in-a-row president's administration, is not that she gave me a ride to a protest. I believe that the country needed her just as much as she needed this action. What I think is so important now, and was so important to her, was to be able to have something to believe in -- to remember the sense of hope that existed and feel how that sense of safety has been so hard to come by.

I've been thinking a lot about hope lately.

I believe that hope is the energy to move forward with, to work against, to have faith in.

We feel hope when we have something to believe in and look for in the face of obstacles and uncertainty. We feel hope when we have someone who gives us that belief.

We're told not to hope too much, because that hope only creates a situation of dependence.

But hope is where we find hope.

I hope you will find it. I hope you find it in you. I hope you find it in your friends, in your neighbors, in your colleagues, in your children and parents and lovers and in you.

We all have to keep hope alive.

We all have to find our courage.

Because all of us in a life and death situation have no one to depend on but ourselves.

My hope and my belief is in you.

Because you are not alone, you are not the only one in the world who has been lost in the storms. You are not the only one that has a family that has lost someone they loved. You are not the only one who has been through loss. You are not the only one who feels like they can't. You are not the only one who feels like the world has forgotten that you exist.

You have hope.

I believe that we have hope.

We have hope that the sun will rise in the morning. We have hope that the tide will come in and out. We have hope that the storms will pass. We have hope that death will find us while we are trying to stay alive. We have hope that we will find our courage in the face of this fear.

We have hope.

You are not alone.

This was my hope for you today.

This is my hope for all of you.

Find your hope.

Find your courage.

Because we are not alone.

That is why we need each other.

It is why we need each other, because no one else will do the job.

We need each other because no one else will do the job.

We are tired of the loneliness. We are tired of the anger and the bitterness. We are tired of the blame. We are tired of the silence.

We are tired of being alone.

So we are here.

The only difference is, we are never alone.

Because we are never alone.

**Day 66**

_This is my hope for you: I will walk with you in the storms._

**Day 67**

_I will walk with you in the storms._

_I will lead you through the storm._

_I will hold your hand._

_You are not alone._

_I will hold your hand._

_I will not leave you_

_I will not abandon you_

_I will stand with you_

_I will not leave you_

_You are not alone_

**Day 68**

_You are not alone_

_You are not alone_

**Day 69**

_You are not alone_

_You are not alone_

_You are not alone_

_You are not alone_

**Day 70**

**DAY 71**

The following are exercises in forgiveness:

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#### EXERCISE 9: FORGIVENESS

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It may be difficult to forgive a person who has harmed you. Some people may even make it difficult for you to forgive. For example, they may not accept your forgiveness and make it very hard for you to let it go. Forgive them. Forgive them by forgiving yourself for not accepting their apology. Let them know they have hurt you. Then let them know you forgive them. If you think you may struggle to


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