This morning when I went to church I was not handed the usual bulletin for the worship service. Following the events of the past week we were gathered to lament the acts of blind hatred and fear that have pierced our nation’s heart. Like spontaneous expressions of grief pictured in the daily newspapers and online we lit candles in silence, shed our tears, prayed and sang. A young black boy was sitting close to me. I wept to think of what his future might be just because of the color of his skin. I grieve for the soul of America. I’m thankful for a time to pray and cry with other people. And to feel a flickering of hope.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Thank you, adding our prayers.
Yes and thanks. Prayer matters. ❤
A flicker of hope leads to a flicker of recognition. Thanks so much for this post.
Thanks for your comment. Pray for more flickers.
What a beautiful and loving gesture by wonderful loving souls. Thank you for this 🙂 ❤
Thank you for reading and your comment. ❤
Lovely post and we all pray for peace with you…
I appreciate your response. ❤