Our labor is to hold the torch of liberty high; our joy is found with one another, united in the purpose of freedom.

Our labor does not stop because the storm we battle with will not relent.

Hatred doesn’t take a day off.

Our labor is to stand in the doorway to halt the foxes from slipping past and robbing us of our future.

Our joy is when that child can look upon their future and wonder What will I be.

Our labor is with selfish souls who would let the world burn.

Our labor is with hate that feeds angry minds bitter meat.

Our labor makes us weary.

Yet our joy is in the certain knowledge that justice is for everyone, including the forgotten and the notorious.

Labor today is the same as it ever was.

The time marked on the calendar says it’s a new century.

Yet this century has all the familiar textures of the millennia that went on before it.

What hasn’t changed is the heart of humanity.

The labor is between those who sleep and those who are awake.

The labor is between the hateful and the joyful.

The labor is between the selfish and the giving.

The joy is in the certain knowledge that love will be victorious.

Love will endure when hate consumes itself.

We rest today from the labor, knowing that the anticipation of victory is the strength, the hope that swings the hammer of justice.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby