May We

I wrote these words on my phone in the parking lot of the town hall where I voted on November 8th. They reflect my hope, my deep ache after such an awful year of political campaigning.
May we come together after so many bitter words and such division.
May our minds open to the experience and points of view of those who are not just like ourselves.
May we heal from sexism, racism, bigotry, and misunderstandings of all kinds.
May we have imagination enough to transform hate.
May we practice compassion, empathy, patience.
May we work together to steward the planet, the water, our benevolent institutions, our children, our future.
May we strengthen and expand a political process that excludes too many of us.
May the arc of the universe bend toward justice.
May kindness prevail. And decency.
May neighborliness take root—let’s get to know one another. Let’s find ways of living together without walls.
May we come to understand that we are multitudes, and that is a good thing.
May we nourish the seeds of peace in our interactions with one another, because how we speak to, and treat one another matters.
May we find our place, and do the real work that needs doing, and trust that we each have a role to play in creating a healthy, inclusive, resilient, beautiful society.
May hearts open, open, open, open, open, open, open, open, open wider than before.
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Today I need these words more than I realized I would when I wrote them. Rereading them to myself gives my swirling mind something to focus on, and helps me shape my energy toward the good, the loving, the possible.

How we address the future is up to each of us—and our myriad, delicate, expanding imaginations.

If you have a prayer or blessing or poem for this moment, please share.

I am honored that the good people at Gratefulness.org wanted to repost these words on their site. 
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  • thedyegarden
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    I held fear in my hand
    felt it close
    then flung it into the ashes of yesterday

    • Holly Wren
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      Thank you for this poem, Shanna. To feel it close, to fling it far. That is what we must do.

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