“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”
C.S.
Lewis, A Grief Observed
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another day
another shooting
more innocents dead
more excuses
more game playing
another day
more politics of greed
more people left behind
along the trail of “America First”
who is “America”?
the angry white men with rifles?
the smugly rich in Washington DC
the millionaires and billionaires
the haters, the racists?
I have struggled to put a name to that which
like a dense fog, lingers in my soul
and obscures the sun
but today I recognize that it is grief
a grief that feels like the fear,
the fear that we have so departed
from the way of justice and equity
so departed from the way of generosity and compassion
that we will never again, truly thrive
this grief tires me
it wears me down and makes my body ache
and there is nothing I can do, in my grief
except turn to Love
that Love embodied in Jesus
and know that this love will endure, beyond
all the casual abuse,
beyond this momentary hell
forever
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