Winter in America
In America, winter has come. A chill settles at the doorstep of promises once spoken with such hope, and in this season dreams that seemed within reach have drawn back from our hands. Even the rain that sustains the earth lies still beneath the weight of ice, waiting out these fearful days. Yet the air carries voices across the years — voices that echo between the headlines and call us to remember that the work left undone still waits, patient and persistent, to be taken up once more.
We have traveled this difficult road before. We have witnessed the rise and fall of powers that seemed unshakable. We have struggled through weary seasons again and again. And in moments such as these, we lift our voices in song, rising like the sun through the frost, making a path for a new day — a new dream, a new America yet to be realized.
So we press on. We love still. We stand shoulder to shoulder in the long labor before us, setting our hearts and hands to the work of bending the arc of the universe toward justice for every one of us.
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