Forever Fiercely Good

At a time when egos are raging out of control, running over anyone or anything in their path, I ask for guidance and find it every day — when I am willing to accept it. But my ego also jumps up and down, telling me my judgment is righteous and I deserve — no, I am obligated to condemn and seek justice from every ugly-acting person I witness. How do I do anything else? It is difficult to see the way, and I am grateful for this writing from A Course in Miracles, which showed itself to me first thing this morning.

“Everyone here has entered darkness, yet no one has entered it alone. Nor need he stay more than an instant. For he has come with Heaven’s Help within him, ready to lead him out of darkness into light at any time. The time he chooses can be any time, for help is there, awaiting but his choice. And when he chooses to avail himself of what is given him, then will he see each situation that he thought before was means to justify his anger turned to an event which justifies his love. He will hear plainly that the calls to war he heard before are really calls to peace. He will perceive that where he gave attack is but another altar where he can, with equal ease and far more happiness, bestow forgiveness. And he will reinterpret all temptation as just another chance to bring him joy.”

A Course in Miracles  T-25.III.6:1-8

For Renee Nicole Good Killed by I.C.E. on January 7, 2026 - by Amanda Gorman

They say she is no more, 

That there her absence roars, 

Blood-blown like a rose. 

Iced wheels flinched & froze. 

Now, bare riot of candles, 

Dark fury of flowers, 

Pure howling of hymns. 

If for us she arose, 

Somewhere, in the pitched deep of our grief, 

Crouches our power, 

The howl where we begin, 

Straining upon the edge of the crooked crater 

Of the worst of what we’ve been. 

Change is only possible, 

& all the greater, 

When the labour

& bitter anger of our neighbors 

Is moved by the love 

& better angels of our nature. 

What they call death & void, 

We know is breath & voice; 

In the end, gorgeously, 

Endures our enormity. 

You could believe departed to be the dawn 

When the blank night has so long stood. 

But our bright-fled angels will never be fully gone, 

When they forever are so fiercely Good.

Poem by Amanda Gorman