The warmth of the sun kissing your lips. The songs of birds echoing in your ears.
Change is coming.
Emerging from darkness, the isolation had its purpose.
Defined by the healing crisis we have all struggled through.
The isolation became a companion as the world returned to its original wound of separation.
Drenched in sorrow, the unknown had its place among us. It needed us as much as we needed it.
We needed it in the light, only we bathed with it in the darkness.
Our fury contained within boundaries we had not yet uncovered.
Our faith in the light wavering from desperation.
How are we to trust the new horizon?
Emerge slowly.
So that you may taste the light in all its innocence and remember the darkness.
Not as you would have it, but as that wound of separation.
That wound which brought many of you back to yourself.
Back to this world, back to each other.
The warmth of the sun is kissing your lips today.
The birds will sing glorious melodies in your name.
Emerge children of God, for in your suffering,
all was made holy and still.