May September be the month we climb out of the hole we’ve wallpapered with bad news and decorated with despair.
May a ladder appear, each rung carrying us closer to hope.
May we have the good sense to cling to it, to climb, to turn and lend a hand to the person coming up from behind.
May the voices that tell us there is no way out become echoes, as the voice of truth leads us upward towards the light.
