Let us begin this day, this week, right here. Right where we are.
Let us move forward with some hope and good humor,
rejoicing and glad in the almost unnoticeable, the unrecognizable, the hidden.
Let us go wisely, thoughtfully into any grief that needs tending.
Let us trust in something that bears and endures all things.
Let us land gently in half-healing,
being loved so hard when we arrive.
Let us feel immense pain and get out of bed anyway.
Let us witness total devastation and rebuild anyway.
Let us accept mystery and trust anyway.
Let us take to the floor and dance like everyone is watching
and begging for more.
Let us leave no rug intact.
Let our celebration be a balm for brokenness.
Let us begin.