Let the Singing Rise, 

written with love from Sarah and the Holy One she calls her Beloved,  2025

Let the Singing Rise

When the walls are built of fear,
I lift my voice for you—

Let the singing rise.

When the night shudders with sirens,
I hold my children closer, singing old hymns in the dark—

Let the singing rise.

When the empire stamps boots into the tender fields of our becoming—

Let the singing rise.

Not as denial.
Not as silence.
Not as forgetting.

Let the singing rise— A stubborn seed of joy they could not starve out.