For Passover. For Holy Week.
For all those who fight for – and continue to dream of, freedom. In honor of our personal and collective stories of resurrection, often drawn from the dark depths of suffering and destruction. For all those who are contemplating death, and what we will leave behind for our loved ones and strangers, alike. For our fragile earth, who despite an unspeakable planetary crisis, continues to be the wellspring of all new life. Big and small. For the great spirit's re-creation, of this new day.
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well
Thank you, Leonard Cohen. And may we all take a few moments to contemplate the dream of freedom, the destruction that is death, and the joy of walking up each morning to a new day re-created in the image of all that is good and holy.
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