Did you know that we can be found When we are huddled in the dark?
Did you know that the cycle of terror and isolation
Does not have to be a forever thing?
Did you know that my words
Can penetrate your shadows
And yours mine?
And that we should yield to joy
To hope, even when there is none?
Did you know that sometimes
When there are no words
Something divine
Will find a chink
In our well-constructed thesis –
The one that we have fortified over years of experiencing and believing
The same old thing?

You know we can be made new.
There is time.