In the Dark Times, We Light Candles

 

‘In the dark times

will there also be singing?

Yes, there will also be singing.

About the dark times.’

~ Bertolt Brecht

In the dark times, we light candles,

place them in the window to guide

lonely wayfarers home. We hum,

as we stir the thick soup, wash

all the pots, set the table for

whoever will come.

We curl up in a chair by the fire,

with soft cozy blankets, and a

glass of red wine. We remember

our grandmother, telling us

to watch for fairies dancing

in the flames, and how, at her house,

it was always peaceful, always summer,

her garden full of sweet pea and lilac,

and the certainty that, one day up ahead,

when we were no longer children,

life could be

just that peaceful,

just that beautiful.

And now,

because she showed us how,

it is.

In the dark times,

we come together, break bread,

share empathy and humanity

and hope.

In the dark times,

we come together

and sing.

In the dark times,

we dream.

We dream of spring.

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