This is a difficult day. I will spend it writing. I will spend it hoping, and praying in my way, that the man just elected President of the United States might, with our help, prove better than his flaws and capable of much greater good than the harm he has already perpetrated.
But before I turn inward, I want to share a reassuring word with you, in case you too, are in shock today, and filled with worry. It’s a word from the poet Denise Levertov, an excerpt from her poem “The Fountain”:
Don’t say, don’t say there is no water.
That fountain is there among its scalloped
green and gray stones,
it is still there and always there
with its quiet song and strange power
to spring in us,
up and out through the rock.
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I’ll send Staying Power every Sunday to sustain you.