There Is Always Light

Earlier this week when I was watching the Inauguration, and I heard Amanda Gorman, the nation's first youth poet laureate, read her poem The Hill We Climb, I got emotional. It started with a huge lump in my throat that turned into full-fledged ugly crying as she read the last line: When day comes, we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid. The new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light. If only we’re brave enough to see it. If only we’re brave enough to be it. If you have been a regular reader of the Daily Devos over the past several years, you know I love a good poem. When you want to truly capture the essence of a feeling in ways that transcend dry-as-toast explanations... you need a poet to do it properly. There was so much I loved about that last line because it spoke to a hopeful future beyond all of the deep, fissures, and great gulfs that have been created between us and our fellow citizens in recent years. The light we seek to lead us forward into