Stand Strong

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

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018



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