The tears are hot and piercing, blessed one, and they threaten to overwhelm me with their volume. So many victims, so many vulnerable, so many… My words of intercession have yielded to an endless song of lament as the latest round of news clips peel pack another layer of the devastating brokenness that is our human condition. The weeping is without end.
And yet. The dawn breaks this morning to reveal the glory of autumn, and a family welcomes new life. Healing diminishes the fear of diagnosis, and sixty years of marriage is celebrated and cherished. In the midst of tragic turns in the events of the world your Good News transcends that which threatens to crush us. Eventually. We cling to the truth of its everlasting power while our hearts and voices unite in melodies of pain. We cling for dear life, grateful that you hold us in the ever-swelling, compassionate heart that beats for all creation.
Love us into health, into wholeness, into hope. Bring your love crashing down around us and grant us peace.
Anne Fraley is an Episcopal priest serving Grace Church, Broad Brook, CT. A dog-lover from prepubescent days, she also dabbles in canine massage. Newly transitioned back to her home state, she is reveling in rediscovering old haunts and exploring new ones. Occasionally she succeeds at reviving her blog at reverent irreverence.
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