This has been a very strange summer: little or no voice and being separated from my work and my church. So this poem by WH Auden really speaks to me.
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citixen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
Amen to that.