Dear friends,
What a week. . .
Personally, I’m excited about coming home tomorrow!
More generally speaking, there’s not much exciting in the headlines. It’s easy to get so angry, frustrated, and maybe even feel a little hopeless. Though I know there are more issues that keep coming back to look us in the face, racism and gun violence certainly stand out right now. I look forward to all of us discerning what we can do to take some action to advocate for reform, and I hope that throughout it all, we will remember that there is hope. Amanda Gorman, the well known poet, offers something new for times such as these.
Hymn for the Hurting
By Amanda Gorman (from her Facebook page)
Everything hurts,
Our hearts shadowed and strange,
Minds made muddied and mute.
We carry tragedy, terrifying and true.
And yet none of it is new;
We knew it as home,
As horror,
As heritage.
Even our children
Cannot be children,
Cannot be.
Everything hurts.
It’s a hard time to be alive,
And even harder to stay that way.
We’re burdened to live out these days,
While at the same time, blessed to outlive them.
This alarm is how we know
We must be altered —
That we must differ or die,
That we must triumph or try.
Thus while hate cannot be terminated,
It can be transformed
Into a love that lets us live.
May we not just grieve, but give:
May we not just ache, but act;
May our signed right to bear arms
Never blind our sight from shared harm;
May we choose our children over chaos.
May another innocent never be lost.
Maybe everything hurts,
Our hearts shadowed & strange.
But only when everything hurts
May everything change.
Amanda Gorman is a poet and the author of “The Hill We Climb,” “Call Us What We Carry” and “Change Sings.
Easter blessings and peace,
Karen+
