The Parable of the Nation’s Grief

Collective healing and compassion

There was once a great nation that filled its houses with children, bright as stars. But shadows crept among them, taking life too soon. The nation wept, but its cries became arguments, its mourning turned to noise, and the children’s voices were lost in the clamor.

One day, a seeker came to a quiet pool kept by Aletheia, where shadows could be seen without fear. The seeker bent down and whispered, “Come forth, grief of the children.”

From the deep waters, a voice rose: “I am the grief of a nation that does not know how to keep its little ones safe. I am too vast for one person to carry, yet I beg to be seen.”

The seeker wept, but did not turn away. A lantern glowed, a heron stood still, and companions gathered — angels, saints, and the Beloved. Together they said: “You are seen. You are honored. You are released into truth and love. May you become seed for healing.”

And the grief sank into the pool, where indigo and gold embraced it. From that place, a whisper rose to the nation: “Do not rest until love for the children outweighs all else.”