first published November 21, 2017

We are in the winter of our souls.
A cold wind blows across the land.
A bleak sky pours down.
The land is strewn with the dead,
mowed down by hatred, bigotry, and ignorance.

The gates of the Underworld are open wide.
And we must walk through to get to the other side.

It might be long.
It might be hard.
It might be cold.
But winter will surely give way to spring one day.