The pieces that fall off us are so fragile, Lord. They crack and break like icicles falling from the eaves in the cold gray light of winter morn.
That is what COVID has done to so many. Nearly 200,000 souls that have fallen to the ground, their splinters fracturing the hearts of those who loved and knew them. It is a piercing of the soul gone unnoticed by our leaders, whose eyes are on the markets and the courts where they believe power resides and having it will make them happy.
But it is a lie. It is not the face of a happy people I see when I look at our nation. I see frustration and long pent up anger in some. I see viciousness and retribution in others.
I see rage. A rage that is as consuming as the fires that burn away the Western coast and inland, making them bereft, ashen piles of a once abundant life.
I am sad for my nation; the saddest I have ever been. As sad as I was the morning I turned on my transistor radio and learned that Bobby Kennedy died. It was as if a savior had been taken from us, never again to rise.
Perhaps as a country we have used up our allotment of saviors; great men and women who literally gave their lives so the rest of us might live free.
Our President doesn’t understand that concept. He understands only his own selfish needs, and even those may be driven by a primal fear he himself does not comprehend.
Which is not to forgive him for the misery his time in office has caused us. It is a darkness that can completely consume. Many have been lost to it already.
But the light is greater. Love of one another is greater.
And these days of darkness one day will pass, and peace and justice rule.
Darkness begets darkness and light begets light.
Remember that and promise like a prayer: #IWillVote.
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