Prophetic lilies

About a month ago I noticed some funny-looking green plants growing up in the beds in front of our building. Riot of greens, I quipped, they seem to be dancing like shamans. Well, it turns out they're lilies, and they're ready to pop! Somehow they seem to me to know about this week's glorious outpouring of support for racial justice in waves of peaceful demonstrations across the land (and world), the sort of thing that's unthinkable until it happens. When we tell the story of this time in the future (I'm not at all sure what happens next, though I foresee effects heartening and disheartening), we'll tell it differently than we lived it. We'll know the country was at breaking point, then pushed beyond it.