There are, as I have found over time, people who in response to great loss write brilliant and illuminative sermons, offer prayers of deep insight and faith, compose music expressive of our deepest hopes.
Most of us, however, do well to say what we see, to collect those fragments of language and sound and vision that speak to us, to offer up the pieces that reflect an unsure and tortured encounter with the mystery of death.
If we write it down, or speak it out loud, that is something.
Most of us, however, do well to say what we see, to collect those fragments of language and sound and vision that speak to us, to offer up the pieces that reflect an unsure and tortured encounter with the mystery of death.
If we write it down, or speak it out loud, that is something.
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