Leonard Cohen died this week.

And Donald Trump became our president.

The whole world is in a state of bafflement and shock. The sadness clinging to the walls of our hearts is echoed by Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah. The words of love offered with brokenness, our words. Our HallelujahThe broken Hallelujah of the united states of America. The states of our hearts. Our minds. Our souls.

We see your flag on the marble arch. Love is not a victory march. It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah.

And can that be our “Amen” as a nation? The end of the petty arguments, violence, hatred, KKK, Nazi sign painting ?

Our victory march is love. There is no other way. It can be imperfect, because WE are imperfect. But we offer what we can, the broken pieces of who we are. Because We are all a little broken, and that’s how the light gets in.

~Leonard Cohen

As another poet said a few decades ago, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls”.

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