I am weary. My heart bleeds. My soul is heavy.
Our nation is weary. Our nation’s heart bleeds. Our nation’s soul is heavy.
Last night I marched with my sisters and brothers.
This morning I mourned my sisters and brothers.
I look for lessons in our past. I grapple with the reality of today.
I pray for our future.
I am weary, yet I refuse to give in to terror.
I refuse to give into fear.
I refuse to succumb to hopelessness or to drown in cynicism.
Death doesn’t discriminate.
Some go too soon; others feel as if these days will never end.
The only true refuge is found in love.
The only true safety is found in love.
The only true peace is found in love.
I want to close the door. I want to shut it out. I want to cry alone.
But love doesn’t live in isolation and darkness.
Love only happens between people. Love only bears fruit in the light.
Love doesn’t stop death. Death is inevitable. But love defeats the bitterness and hate of death.
So, in my weariness, I give and look for love.
This morning I mourned my brothers and sisters.
Last night I marched with my brothers and sisters.
I have love for all my brothers and sisters and seek understanding and wisdom and forgiveness and love for all my brothers and sisters and myself.
Our history is long and short. Our past is present. We are living our future.
I refuse to ask “what have we become?” because death and hate is no stranger to the land of the free.
I refuse to throw up my hands or shake my head or look away.
I may be weary, but I am not without hope.
My heart may bleed, but it is not drained of love.
My soul may be heavy, but it is held up and together by love.
Our nation may be broken, but it has never before been whole.
That is our task eternal. That is our charge to undertake.
Today I will continue to march.
Today I will continue to mourn.
Today I will continue to hope.
And I will forever continue to love.
Take my hand. Let us go forth together.