Issue 015: A New Era
A New Era. Now it begins. But hope is cold, as cold as stone, as cold as night.
When the turbulent January air sings it sounds like ice.
Cold scatters crowds but instead we gather.
We are frozen but we’re searching for power.
The stage is packed but the script is empty. The curtain rises but it’s the audience acting.
A new era begins but we’re building ruins.
Greek columns can’t hold the weight of right now.
Healing is now, beneath these snow-chilled stones.
What can we say to the rising sun?
The Republic is a gift but we don’t want to keep it.
Ideas descend on the Capitol.
They walk together but not in unity.
Ideas fight wars but the victors are losing, scattering America like the wind of a storm.
When it storms, it pours, and all the city statues cry.
Some days the best path forward is a faster reverse.
Healing is now, beneath these sun-washed stones.
A billion suns rise for you
Kings become fools for you
Kingdoms to ruins for you
Come like dawn
Bring this world to life*
And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. To him be the dominion forever and ever. **
*Lyrics: “Vapor” by Gungor
**Text: I Peter 5:10-11
Liberatus is a weekly journal about bringing Truth and Beauty to American politics, written by people on the inside. You can join us for a seven-week series titled A New Era as we explore what American politics would look like if healing were to occur by applying to write, subscribing by email, or contributing monthly. You can read part one below.