"do we still have time?

yes, there is always some time left
hidden in the interstices
of what seems to be inexorably moving forward into catastrophy some time secretly revealing itself to us
so we can unleash it
so it can unleash us
time to listen to a voice too weak to make itself heard
but stronger than all voices
once paid attention to by

   us fragile beings
   hopeful beginnings
   graceful interruptions
   silences enfolded into melodies sometimes
   promises to be unfolded
   fears to be faced
   hopes to be fostered
   joys to be dared
   lives to be mourned
   dreams to come true






but what about lament? mourning? grief?

yes it is right to feel sad about terrible things
and when we express this sadness
in singing, for example or in fractured silence,
it arouses our powers
moving us
setting us in motion
inciting us to standing up courageously
letting us hope against all hope
strengthening not hardening us
melting not breaking us
igniting our dreams while not ignoring our despair

so let us be radically sad
shocked by the state of our world
by the arrogant composure of the world's destroyers.
because our grief is our strength
and whoever cannot mourn is dead"
-Antoine Beuger