It’s January in Minnesota and the ICE is bitter cold. I’m grieving for my Twin Cities, my state, my nation and the world. A cruel chaotic man pretends to be king of my country and aspires to be king of the world.

But like all people – kings and criminals, billionaires and beggars – he will be outlived by love. And forever invited into that love.

Because love does win.

Baby man king
When’s the last time
You stood still and gazed at the stars?
You’re suffering
You’re going to die
Like everyone else you are falling apart

Your bones will dry up
Your body become
One with the world you don’t love
And a new child will rise
Bright stars in their eyes

And love everlasting
Will be there for them
As it ever has been
As it ever will be
As it ever waits for you
World without end
Love will live on
Past every last decree