My heart is full for the wounded and afraid among us,
for the ones shaking their heads how, how did this happen.
I’m gonna share what I believe and say it plain like I would if we could sit
around a fire and clink our glasses, talking soft beneath the stars
and let our voices fill the night.
Hear this from the overcomer in me to the overcomer in you
because it’s our muchness we need to remember
and we were born to make real peace
and I believe it’s some lies that have us bleeding.
No one that I know whose vote called forth this trumpet
voted against women or minorities or anyone at all,
but against dishonesty and corruption so deeply entrenched
that what was needed wasn’t another politician,
but both a wrecking ball and a builder.
He was voted in by those who sensed that the media’s narrative wasn’t altogether true.
That maybe here was someone who might break open both parties to let the bad air out.
I saw this when riots broke out in my city
and the stories showed so skewed what really happened
that the eyes of my own heart grew wide
as I saw the media overplay their hand.
Remember this, please, when you see the fake and scripted protests.
Because seeing out of context is like being dropped into
the middle of a movie and needing questions answered
but no one is telling it true.
Maybe a cruel campaign has played on our wounds
to demonize a ticket that might cleanse the corrupt
from their tidy trenches.
Perhaps the real President elect isn’t the monster the media has painted.
Neither is he a savior –
to be sure, no leader ever is.
Love never chooses perfect people.
I think he will make some messes but move us forward
and as we pray for this administration and hold tight to hope,
our best days can still be ahead.
This campaign wounded us – his words and hers – how reckless each were used,
and in this, too, is gift.
We’ve been dragged from the holes where we safe-hid our pain
and exposed to the light that demands that we deal
and when we do, instead of hurling blame,
healing can happen in otherworldly ways.
Love is always undefeated
and love will make a way.
Don’t give your tender heart to the deception in our streets.
Sometimes what looks like a wolf isn’t at all what our nightmare’s whisper.
Quiet your fears and listen to your spirit.
May all your paths be peace.
“There is no mind so closed as a mind locked into a victim narrative,
nourished by words of hate.”
– L. Wallnau
“You don’t have to live like a refugee.”
– Tom Petty