I get a pit in my stomach every time I read those first few lines.
So much so, I want to run and hide and NOT share it.
Yet, the following phrases carry such a promise
of resilient transformation, that I forge ahead.
Some people have experienced their worst fears
close in through intimate, personal loss.
I bow my head and heart to you.
Losing the election isn't the same as losing a cherished person.
There's no comparison, I know and comparing isn't useful.
"You not only live, you're remade,
jusr as rivers are remade by rain..."
I find such hope and comfort in these words...
and these:
"you will not only sing the new song...
equal parts haunting and beautiful--
you will be the new song
and the silence that holds it."
I am changing the you to we...
We will not only sing the new song...
Namaste'
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