|Part of a wall near the burnt-out block|
And as I sit emptily with all this in prayer I remember some words from our Constitutions:
In prayer we come to Him
with everything that touches our life,
with the sufferings and hopes of humanity.
We learn to remain in silence
and poverty of heart before Him...
That's where and how I am, and I imagine so many others too. But there's another sentence to that paragraph; one which situates me very firmly in God and reminds me of the need for faith, especially in darkness...
In the free gift of ourselves
we learn to adore and to abide in His love.
May the God of hope and tender care somehow bring healing to all who dwell in the deepest pain and trauma...