Show The Way

In still coming to grips with the recent election results I revisited an old favorite —  Show the Way by David Wilcox:

“Look – if someone wrote the play, just to glorify what’s stronger than hate,

Would they not arrange the stage, to look as if the hero came too late

Almost in defeat, looking like the evil side will win

So on the edge of every seat, from the moment that the whole thing begins

It is love the mixed the mortar, it is love that stacked these stones

It is love that built the stage here, though it looks like we’re alone

In this dream set in shadows, like the night is here to stay

There is evil cast around us, but its love that wrote the play

And in this darkness, love will show the way”

Indeed, love will show the way.  It is not always apparent when, or how, nor does love show the way on my time schedule — but it will show the way.