It was the day after the election. I had my music on shuffle, as you do. And this came on.

Can you hear the voice of the children?
Softly pleading for silence in a shattered world?
Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate,
Blood of the innocent on their hands

Crying softly, help me
To feel the sun again upon my face,
For when darkness clears I know you’re near,
Bringing peace again

A little too apt.

I’m scared. I want to fix all the things. I want to make things better for my friends. Many of my friends are minorities. Many of my friends are minorities. And I want to help them. I want to fix their fears. I want to make the thing RIGHT again.

And I can’t. I sit here helpless. I sit here with tears.

I wonder when I’ll feel the light again.

The warmth of the sun as I’m sitting here shivering this cold Minnesota morning. I wonder when I’ll feel hope. When I’ll be able to make things right again.

And the not knowing is so terrifying.