The shock you knew someday would come wakes you. Wake slowly. Wrap against the cold in your favorite blanket. Read a poem about letting go. Listen to the Stabat Mater as the earth stands in mourning. This day after Easter sends us back to Good Friday for the Earth’s Holy Father, has gone back to earth. The one who spoke of healing our common home is gone and, yet, he is risen not just in history but to the Great Mystery. Who will pastor us? Defend us against those who desecrate, remind us when we ignore our mother, the earth her breath burdened her lungs failing.
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