A STATEMENT BY THE COUNCIL OF THE PILGRIMS
REGARDING RECENT ACTIONS OF THE CHURCH OF EDEN
There is no shame in despairing.
It is no weakness, this struggle to bear,
That which haunts our days and our footsteps,
That which aches in the core of our hearts.
For we each look out and see suffering,
We cast our minds back and know loss.
To be human is to know - always - wanting,
Beset on all sides and oft lost.
...
And in darkness that bears down, oppressive,
We - all - have seen claws in the murk.
On the wind, we - all - have heard whispers,
gleeful, and promising harm.
For what could this be, if not evil?
What causes this pain, if not hate?
Our eyes strain to see foes in the darkness.
We lash out, desperate to guard.
...Because if the sorrow that walks in our footsteps,
Cannot be pulled from the black,
Cannot be named and found wanting,
If it has no such form...
Then what?
...
Then the darkness is cold, but not hateful.
Then the wind does not whisper - just our fear.
Then the weight is so, so much greater.
The whole formless black, ours to bear.
And so we walk on, blind and suffering,
And strike out where we wish there were foes.
And in striking, hurt only each other,
Our kinfolk, bodies bruised as our own.
...
Until a hand reaches out in the darkness,
And in turn, a hand reaches back.
Clasping, we see one another,
Embracing, we find warmth at last.
In the dim, battered glow of shared candles,
In eyes crying soot-blackened tears,
In faces, broken from smiling,
If Grace can be found,
It is here.
...
We are who we are to each other.
We stand tall, by each lifting up.
Our hands still reach out to you, brothers.
We are, each of us,
Human,
Enough.