Day Twenty: Who Will?

Today a hymn has been in my heart and on my lips. I hummed it waking and hummed it walking. What is it? I couldn’t place it. At last, a few words bubbled up, “Through the flood of starving people, warring factions and despair, Who will lift the olive branches? Who will light the flame of care?”

Yes. This. I choose love before fear. I will loft the olive branch. I will.