These days sits as a testament to a great and humble beacon for those that press on, for those who heard his speech, and saw the peace that issued throughout the protests and the ways those that followed paid tribute through silence and peaceful protest.
I sit here on this day wondering what he thinks looking on. Does he weep? Does he clench and wring his knuckles at the heavens in spirit? Is he dismayed by a future that is too close to what he was fighting against, that the changes show too little? 60 years since Selma, since Parks, and the speech that moved mountains. 60 years and I stand ashamed that we as a nation are becoming something shameful and much more than what was seen then, because we know better, we have shown better, but there are those that cringe at change, cringe at the opposition of beauty and love because they choose fear to keep so many the same.
Make a stand, make a change, never forget that dream, never forget those words, as they still stand as a beacon for so many, so many youth, so many fearful and needing freedom. Don’t shy from changes, embrace it, and fight for what’s right, for what’s fair for all, for everyone. We all breathe the same air and bleed the same red. Let’s be here for each other and let our grace and peace be what loves mountains, not through violence and ignorance but through grace and love, love, love.
Good night and Good morning, good morning and goodnight.
Nosce Te Ipsum
Dream Dark Stories 