You can't see where the path leads,
but walk it anyway.
Cloudless sky and hunter squirrels
and repercussions of failed attempts
don't deter us.
Protect and preserve the liberation stories,
they stand, steadfast and firm.
on the round of millennia of sisters and brothers
buried under our feet.
on their strengths that could not be snuffed,
waiting for this moment of transcendence.
in portals of courage, thresholds between
goodness within and the pain of the world.
in infuriating injustice and holiness.
Stand strong in the pause,
stand strong in your heart.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018