“nothing can separate us
from
the love of God”
______________________________
we live lives of quiet
and not so quiet pain
there is pain behind the angry crowds
rioting in the streets
over the death of another young man
there is pain etched in the face of the father
holding his shattered child
as war and chaos rage
there is pain in the bowed head of the young woman
shamed by the church
there is pain woven into the fabric of the one
who cannot help
but use a drug
or alcohol
to numb that pain
there is pain in the child
who angry
lashes out at everyone and everything
but there is also pain hidden behind smiles
and laughter
pain has no respect
for power, or wealth, or success
pain is
the sacred one is in our pain
seeking to find a way to walk with us
along that tortured path to a place of
peace
the sacred one is there
as we seek to escape
to cope
as we seek some way, any way
to escape
the sacred one is there when joy breaks through
but also there
when the path seems to lead nowhere
but into deeper darkness
the sacred one is there
as we choose life
and if we reach a place when we believe we can no
longer choose life?
what then?
I believe there may be no greater pain for the
Sacred
than when people choose death
whether that death be that of another
or their own
but even then
Yes
When desperation wins
even in that moment we are loved
through that moment
and beyond
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