We belong to those that have come before us. We owe ourselves to those that come after. It is lonely out here on this desert floor of hate, but we are not alone.
(All the value we possess is our trust. We are its trustees, its keepers for our time to the Trusted One. And we who are living need each other always.)
Our communion is the silver chain that holds us, one to another. And the sacred dead are forever the gold in our veins.
We cannot blame ourselves for what others have done, though we must accept our insufficiency alone. We may not forget our private need to be who we are, but who we are apart means nothing. We hold meaning when we hold each other together, and only then.
Are we sinners? Individually, we are. Are we saints? Together, we may be.
Our errors are our stain. Our love for one another is our shrift. Our sacred dead are our succor. And our salvation lives by One who forges the gold within His holy ring of fire.
Let us enter that fire, if only in remembrance. Let us forget our fear of burning, if only to honor those we have lost whom we love. Let us remember our trust, so we may permit the flame to inspire us through His holy Breath.
Enflamed, we will know.
We will know our knowledge is our love.
And our love is together.
Let us remember never to forget.
It is our choice. And our choice is the seed this desert needs to flower our hope forever.
Forever -- when and where the sacred dead are the gold in our veins.
Originally posted to LJ on March 12, 2009
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