In a few days’ time many American families, including mine,
will be celebrating Thanksgiving.
As my family can trace its roots back to the Mayflower, I am
especially cognizant of the fact that this day isn’t a cause for celebration
for a lot of people. It is instead, a Day of Mourning. I am thankful for many
things in my life, including feeling safe and getting to call a beautiful place
home, and that I have family and friends who love me. I am conscious, always, to the fact that so many more people do not feel
the same. Our world is undeniably struggling through a volatile time.
Truthfully, where there is humanity there is struggle.
Be a candle.
One small candle.
A warm glow against
an impenetrable night.
More candles, more
hope
To keep the dark at
bay.
Don’t let the shadows
drown you,
Smother your light, strangle
your heart.
If stifled, light
anew.
More candles, more
hope.
