“GIVE ME YOUR TIRED YOUR POOR…”
When I was in high school in Toledo, Ohio I sang in the choir. I loved it. On a few (very few) really special days I was even allowed to sing a solo. I miss those days a lot.
But I make up for not having them by singing (sometimes at the top of my lungs) my favorite old songs – anything from “Our Love is Here to Stay” to “I Can’t Give You Anything But Love,” to (on a really good day), “All You Need is Love.” “Love” (the romantic kind) has always been big with me…
But given the conversations we’ve all been hearing and having about the question of illegal immigrants, about whether or not to admit them to our country, about taking their children away from them, which is inconceivable for many of us, I found myself singing another song…
It’s about love of another kind; it’s about the kind of love that wraps its arms around those who need it; the kind of love that’s there for people without their asking for it, the kind of love that doesn’t falter even when “giving it” is tough, or complicated. Or controversial.
The kind of love that causes a person who likes to sing to belt out another song she learned in high school, a song written by the great American composer, Irving Berlin and sung by The Texas Children’s Choir…
I’m sure you know it. Maybe you’ll even want to sing along…
“Give Me Your Tired and Poor,
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shores,
Send these, the homeless tempest-tossed, to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door…”
This is America. We are a great-hearted country. We were founded on love and generosity and “doing the right thing.” It’s in our blood stream.
We are there for each other. We’re there for people when they need us. We’re there…even when they don’t ask us for help.
And we’re always there when they do.
That’s who we are. Nothing and no one can change that.
Let us open the Golden Door.