In Times Like These
Paralyzed by fear is a horrible place to be. To be there alone is worse. Where then, comes hope? This is an interesting thing. It often comes from the unexpected place. A voice that is of a different form that you would have guessed. It comes from an elder or a younger version of wisdom. The innocence of a child, or the sagacity of the old. If we will stop the screaming long enough to hear. Our voice box may have stopped its noise, but the sound in our heads is still loud. Constant and piercing. Cancelling out the voice of calm and reasoned hope. We are still here. We are still alive. In pain, to be sure. Here still, and able to hear. It is the best we can do. It is the best of times, to begin from this point. Blazing our path forward. Listen to the small voice inside.