In Honor of the Men at the End of a Long Winter
My response to a sister-friend's spring writing prompt: "in honor of the men."
Bless the men. Every man. Bless us in the springtime of our emergence. Have we made it to the spring? Is that where we really are? Are we the crocuses sprouting up after the long, dark winter? The cold winter? The bloody, bleak, brutal winter of ages past?
Bless the men, for what we have endured. For what we are surviving. For what we’ve done. Oh God, wh…