What if every word we sayNever ends or fades away,Gathers volume gathers weigh,Drums and dins us with dismaySurges on some dreadful dayWhen we cannot get awayWhelms us till we drown? Poet Malcolm Guite's words ring a solemn warning while post-election analysis, rife with bliss and blame, weighs the heart. There is so little grace in … Continue reading Whoever You Are and However You Voted, You Are (Still) My Neighbor