Look deep into the current, See what’s real and holy, Look around: see your friends. Study sparkles in their pupils. See how each face is a mirror of love Looking into you. Trust the voices Who will summon You in the night. Learn their names, their numbers. Plant phone trees. These faces and voices: They are your people. Together you’ll be Pilgrims crossing Jordans and dreaming up justice. Link your hands. Learn—and relearn— the torment of Love.
The tyrants will try to redirect, distract, and divide. But we Will remain a we: a people who believe in the glory of goodness, Kindness, mercy.
We cling to compassion. We trust in Truth. We show up and share, Resist, protect. We don’t care if this becomes Dangerous. No one can take our faith from us— our insistence that love is outpoured, extended.
We will keep cooking, feeding and singing, dancing. We will give shelter, welcome. We will paint, repair, pray. We will wash our shoes by walking through puddles of grief and watching ripples dance. We will dine on courage and transformation.
The tyrants will try to stir up fear, sorrow, shame. But they’ll have no chance if we’re ready-- and really willing-- to risk all security, comfort for the sake of the cross, the depth of communion, the glory of bread made God, made human.
By the bonds of being a we we'll walk together into peace, beauty and liberty; we’ll walk back to being humanity: faces, voices, a people crossing a river and becoming blessed in the moonlight.
