One day we walked by the shores of the Mississippi together, in the sand by the downed cottonwoods and remains of bonfires. The river that’s still flowing, partly frozen, today, passed the broken hearts, the angry souls, the confused, the disconnected, the fearful. I’m remembering the strength of the river that’s remains but is new and ever changing. May Minneapolis (its people) receive the strength needed be like trees, planted by this river, resilient and watered and growing regardless of the weather. May justice flow like waters.
