Persistence

The local contingent of Women in Black in my community have held vigil without fail every Friday evening since sometime before the beginning of the Iraq War.




Their silent dignity is testament to their steadfastness in witness to injustice and call for change. As my local bus passed them tonight, a couple of riders in front of me were commenting about their commitment to standing in the rain. "Whatever" I heard one say. "Bless them!" say I.