days and nights of fog
white mist obscuring
all
closing in
we are socked in
encircled like fear
inertia of the world
inching forward
headlights glaring back at us
and then wake up to sun
blue sky
clarity returns and
we see down the road again
open and bright
as the ringing tone of piano hammers hitting
well-tempered and tuned strings
here it is
we must be kind we must
stand up
we must speak up we must
love
we must not normalize we must
join together
we must not hate we must
galvanize
we must be strong we must be
brave
we must live truthfully
we must not settle we must
read
we must listen we must
create beauty
we must love beauty we must
seek justice
we must welcome the stranger we must
work for shalom
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