May the transition be peaceful and joyful.
May we breathe easier, but never take that breath for granted.
May we strive, not for the simple relief of moving on, but the complex liberation of accountability.
May we honor one another’s grief—political and personal, the ebb and flows.
May we shed our notions of exceptionalism and wear our humility permanently.
May we not forget how fragile our democracy is; may we work to make it heartier against depraved egos and twisted manipulation.
May we turn our sacred attention towards all that has been neglected in these four years.
May we tell a more accurate story of America forevermore.
May we seize the opportunity to redesign our broken and unjust systems.
May we, even in the absence of a villain, especially in the absence of a villain, fight like hell for the country of our dreams.
Thank you for this. And may the mics be solid gold, the poets kick ass, and the J. Los J. Lo.
Yours was the only voice missing from today's inauguration. This prayer should have opened the proceedings.