A New Dawn

what blooms from the ashes

Tender flowers and sweet sunsets still rule my world

in the free falling USA

While dull horror and screaming tragedies bloom

Not here. Not yet. But soon

It feels like a funeral for the death of a nation

And so, this country founded on genocide

Goes out on it, too

We must grow resilient, like a dandelion

We must ask ourselves

What is worth fighting for

and, also

What is worth living for?

What visions can we weave, from all the knowledge and history of the world at our fingertips

our creativity and mindful compassion

our persistent hope

How can we move forward

learning from all the fierce fighters that came before

all the builders, healers, and weavers

How can we mend our broken worlds

But also,

What do we want to see?

What can we build?

How can we transcend, in this moment

and move forward from a place of love instead of fear?

May this be a new dawn

an awakening

May we Remember and hold our Light

Long live the dandelions and the wild roses