There was a time, not long ago, when we stopped.
Literally —
The skies were quiet.
Birds filled the silence.
Streets stood empty.
And in that stopping, we saw each other — not as sides, but as ourselves.
I saw it from the road.
Mailbox to mailbox, I carried what people could not reach — food, medicine, small pieces of ‘normal’.
Even in those quiet moments, we held those leaving their homes for the last time.
For a brief moment, we remembered.
Then …
division returned.
Voices rose.
Lines were drawn.
The egos of the powerful pulled us apart, and too easily we followed.
Now we argue over who is right and forget what is true.
But I can’t forget what I saw.
It was not an illusion.
It was a glimpse of who we are when we remember.
Will we wait for another crisis to see each other again …
or will we choose it now?
— a Torchbearer Wisdom by Corvalya