Still we rise

For every heartbreak there will be healing.

For everything broken there will be a new seed planted, and from those seeds a garden will grow.

For each loss there will be a blessing added.

For every fear there is a hope.

Hope.

The water that opens seeds.

The balm that heals our wounds.

The birth when all is turned to ashes.

When darkness rises, we rise as well. In hope, and love, and peace.

We rise with the sun, revealing all for what it is.

We rise with the moon, illuminating all for what it can be.

Darkness cannot extinguish itself. Only light can do that. But it can reveal itself.

And as it does, we rise. In hope. In unity. In love.

We are the seeds. We are the water. We are the hope.

©️ Cristen Rodgers