The trees are mostly bare now – the branches reach up to the cold gray sky
They stretch like the fingers of a drowning man in his last grasp with breath
The cold moist wind forces its way up the back of your flimsy regulation work coat
You wrap yourself around yourself – but the cold is an unforgiving master
Hope left town on Wednesday morning on a slow train heading far away from here
Hope left town on Wednesday morning breaking the hearts of the people who need it most
The children on the platform wave weakly as the train pulls away – they cry out loud
Their hearts are no longer their own as slivers fall away and down between the railroad ties
There is a storm coming – a purple electric storm will soon hover over all of our heads
The strong will survive – the lesser of us – not as much – but we don’t have any choice
Hope left town Wednesday morning and we did nothing to stop it on its way
Hope left town Wednesday morning – now it is up to us to protect each other from the storm
Do not be still during these trying times
Move your limbs with forward motions
Move your limbs with peaceful motions
Lift your voice in the tender cry of dissent
Lift your hands for your brothers and sisters
Keep your hands open in generous repose
Find your peace in these troubling times
Love will win the day if you surrender to it
Love will win the day if you find it and cling to it
Your sadness is outweighed by your protective instinct
Your soul is holding the weight of the generations to come
Your heart is crashing against the cliffs of broken promises.
Be mindful that you never become what you have protested against
Don’t devolve into the ugliness that you’ve resisted for so long
Above all don’t cut and run – we need you here – we need you now
Be active in protest and in peace
Be active in thought and in deed
Be active and change the course we’re on
Most importantly – please do not be still.
Please do not be quiet.
Please find peace.