When you walk through a storm
Hold your chin up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet, silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone...
You'll never walk alone.
-Oscar Hammerstein II
I was fortunate to be in Columbia, SC, for two performances of Carousel. It's not an easy story: domestic violence and suicide are rough stuff. Becky sang the song as she and the rest of the cast stood over the body of the lead character, Billy Bigelow. Although the play and the song were written in 1945, this song is a classic that steps out of that story and applies to anyone who hears it. To your story and mine.
Little did we know the storm that was approaching, engulfing the entire world in the clutches of a virus that so far has defied containment. It can be deadly, especially for the older generation. It's been hard to wrap my head around the fact that my husband and I are part of the older generation! But here we are, doing what the authorities say and staying home...holding chins up high...and trying to keep the dark at bay. Dreams get tossed and blown, thrown apart by the winds of change that tell us things may never be the same again. Hopes and plans may be altered, even derailed, but ultimately life will go on.
In our family, we believe, based on our past history, that there will be a golden sky and the sweet, silver song of a lark. We've walked before with hope in our hearts and we've seen the sky and heard the lark...in beautiful sunsets...in walks along the shore...in the laughter of the children. We've come through because we were not walking alone.
We...and the country...will walk through the storm again.
(My thanks to my friend, Joie Hall, for her beautiful picture of the golden sky.)