Fine filaments..soft and light..
On their own they hold no weight..can carry no burden..can not be powerful..
Floating at the whim of the breeze they seem unable to control their destination..
Caught on objects as they are swept up in a tide they cannot hold back..
Powerless..rudderless and at the mercy of their environment..
But look closely..you see more..you see others with them..holding tight ..banding together..these filaments of strength..
And then the beauty of strength ,even in seemingly hopeless circumstances , is revealed..and they are free..taking wing being lifted to freedom..
My love and prayers are with the French people today as they try and find the filaments of strength to again take flight in freedom..