The Better Angels of Our Nature

The reality of our current situation is this:  there wasn’t and never will be a perfect candidate for us to put our faith in.  There will never be someone whose record is without decisions we disagree with.  Such is the nature of humans.

Last night the 44th flawed mortal was elected President of the United States of America.  And today as I’m digesting the results of our democracy, I’m asking myself:  What will I do if this mortal who’s seeking immortality steers us in a direction other than love?  What will I do with my distrust if he leads with hate or fear? Will I find my voice if there is a time when I must stand up against racism, sexism, xenophobia, homophobia, and demagoguery?  Will I fight to have love heard when others are screaming me down with hate?  Absolutely, I will!  Because I know that my words and deeds could be the snowflake that creates an avalanche of love and healing.  I believe love is that powerful.

As much as fear wants me to believe that “they” are evildoers, I mustn’t allow myself to succumb to categorization and labeling that could result in dehumanization. I know that I’m a piece of this beautifully flawed and sometimes tormented collective called humanity.  Every one of us is.  Like it or not, I am you and you are me, and our souls are connected by an energy that exists in the subatomic particles of our being.  We are ONE.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell the chorus when touched by the better angels of our nature.  Abraham Lincoln

Be still and try to hear the songs of gratitude and grace that are singing beneath the panic and dread. Those hymns of love and peace will eventually make the sounds of fear imperceptible.

Love will win. Love always wins.