Charcoal clouds overcame the sun that June morning
and swept over the land covering, smothering hope.
The heavens wept and the angels cried for the unwanted,
who would now be born to live lonely lives. The sun,
exhausted, slipped away and the moon filled the sky.
It was the darkest evening of the year.
The darkest evening of the year.
from Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Wow! How to use the prompt line and respond to this dark moment in our collective history…