It is late, and instead of sleeping, I'm sitting at the table with buttery toast and tea too hot to sip.
My brain is full.
No doubt over the next days, weeks, years, there will be heroes who rise up, who speak and inspire, as there always have been. There will be those who in the face of hatred usher us further into justice, bind us together in our humanity, remind of us grace.
But tonight is a darker night.
I am letting myself feel the darker before I stand again to fight for the light.
Best of any song
is bird song
in the quiet, but first
you must have the quiet.