You are light for this world.
A city built on a hillside cannot hide.
Nobody lights a lamp to put it under cover, but places it on a stand
to share its light with all in the household.
When this darkness dispels
as all darkness eventually does,
we will emerge into a quite different world, thanks be to Thee!
For the culture that helped cultivate
the terrors of today
is not capable of truly dispelling them.
Lacking care and cohesion,
fractured interests and segregated systems,
fail to rouse, respond, reassure and inspire radical compassion.
It is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness. William L. Watkinson
So, it falls upon each of us to kindle love’s light;
to quietly take the initiative presented by necessity,
and boldly don the mantle of moral leadership in critical times.
How we creatively and carefully respond,
even in forced isolation,
will define the kinds of people and communities that emerge.
This broken world is in our hands.
There is wisdom here to be mined,
lessons to learn, questions to pursue in the school of shared suffering.
This period of painful separation
invites us, in homes, towns and cities, to listen hard and long,
and pay our dues of attention to needs and neighbors.
In the crucible much is melted.
Molds must be made to forge,
shape and hold new ways of being human together.
In the fevered firelight
cruel lessons are revealed
teaching us just how interwoven we are with each and every other.
Share your experience with others.
Share joys and double them.
Share pain and cut it in half.
Plagues present paradigms. Pandemic need not lead to pandemonium.
In its wake we can awaken and respond
with a contagion of kindness and demands for just systems.
We live by hope that is ours to share.
In dark times our senses heighten.
We keep our eyes peeled, ready to be surprised.
There is a gift between
the lines of the news,
but we will have to dig for it.
We heed our fears, so we are not led by them.
We listen longer for deeper wisdom
that glows with hopeful promise that we can rewire this world.
For wisdom and hope appear
when we are sorely seeking and hungry,
devoid of easy answers or quick fixes.
Only in the dark do we perceive
the constellation of a trillion tiny acts of kindness,
countless blessings, heartfelt petitions.
Consider the heroism of everyday workers,
beacons of the human spirit who step into the dark
to guarantee light, food, health care, security.
As events unfold, in ways we cannot fathom,
we walk by faith, not knowing.
Since our story is not yet written, we look ahead for pathfinders.
And you are the spark that ignites a flickering lamp and lets us see again,
face to face, the holy light reflected in every other.
Since we are not abandoned, we must refuse to abandon one another.
And may light shine out of the two eyes of you,
like a candle set in the window of a house,
bidding the wanderer come in out of the storm.