What a lovely end to a ceremony so profoundly spiritual in aura, so uniquely American in conduct, so fine and fitting in every respect. Amen, my American brothers and sisters.
To the colors of our flag, and the sacrifices they represent. See your brother. See your neighbor. See your friend. The red in our stripes was shed so that we could be together to share this day.
Amen to the colors of our people, who stood in multi-cultural glory, shoulder to shoulder, as witnesses today. Testifying through their solemn attention and private tears to the notion that the ideal is not obscured; it is held up in brilliant light. It is not quaint and dated, brought to life only in elementary school books. Nor does it belong only to past generations - the first, the depressed, the greatest. No, no. Today the ideal was shown to be current and relevant right now. The ideal is a real object. Something to toil after. To sweat and cry and lose sleep - even life - over. The ideal is real and touchable and we saw it today.
Amen to the color of our president, who in his singular American experience shows himself to the world as a product of the world, a man of all people and a leader for all who seek to bring the ideal to life.
Amen, with eyes closed and heart full and tears welling.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
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