The people rose up and took matters into their own hands, shouting to the rest of world, we’ve had enough.
Votes were cast that will change the face of America, possibly forever. Much like what happened in Yadkin County.
With votes tallied and new leaders taking their places, the People watch and wait.
There are those who are concerned about the paths this new leadership for our nation will take. Among the People, there is anticipation, but it is laced with fear. Fear of the unknown. The die has been cast and now the People wait to see where it lands.
Among all the uncertainty, woven within the fear, shadowing the anger, is a spark. The spark of hope. It can be found in the underlying warmth when you hear someone chuckle at the antics of a child. It is found when you make the effort to watch the sun rise, instead of sleeping through it. It is found in the wave of a stranger as you drive down an unfamiliar road. It is found when one clasps the hand of a friend or draws a loved one close in their arms to offer comfort.
In the aftermath the People will gather and pray, and hope that spark will bring change that will help us feed and clothe our children. Change that will help us keep the roof over our heads, and repair the damage from years of storms. Change that will allow all of us to return to work at a wage that will support our families. Change that will allow us to return to the vision of the many who have seen the possibilities, and who believed in the dream of peace and prosperity for the People of this nation.
But for now, the People wait, and maybe some of us still remember how to dream.