sorrow

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3M_Gg1xAHE4 It is fifteen years and it feels like this morning. Our national holiday of remembrance of shock and horror and helplessness. We continue to create monuments for the dead and for ourselves. We keep asking God and about God, but we understand there are no answers, because we keep creating objects. We keep creating

Sorrow Marie Howe So now it has our complete attention, and we are made whole. We take it into our hands like a rope, grateful and tethered, freed from waiting for it to happen. It is here, precisely as we imagined. If the man has died, if the child's illness has taken a sudden turn,