Musings, April 20, 2020: No Words.

There are no words to describe the shock, grief and deep sense of loss so many are Valentinefeeling – tragedy upon tragedy at a time when the comfort of an embrace from one who shares your loss is not possible. Many of us either know one of the victims or know of someone who knows someone who was killed or directly affected. We are all rocked by the ripples of senseless violence and some of us are numb, overcome by compounded grief.

I have no words. Words fail me. And in fact, in the absence of the one speaking them to wrap arms around me, words seem to make the hurt even more acute.

The only words that have offered even a measure of comfort are those of Jan Richardson, words I’ve turned to before that helped me be present to unspeakable pain.

It’s been suggested that we light candles this evening.  Should you choose to do so, might the light be a reflection of your commitment to love – to ask the hard questions of this event, to care for your neighbours… and yourself.

Lloyd

Blessing for the Brokenhearted

Let us agree for now
that we will not say
the breaking makes us stronger
or that it is better
to have pain
than to have done
without this love.
Let us promise
we will not tell ourselves
time will heal the wound,
when every day our waking opens it anew.
Perhaps for now
it can be enough
to simply marvel
at the mystery
of how a heart so broken
can go on beating,
as if it were made for precisely this –
as if it knows
the only cure for love
is more of it,
as if the heart’s sole remedy
for breaking
is to love still,
as if it trusts
that is own persistent pulse
is the rhythm of a blessing
we cannot begin to fathom
but will save us nonetheless.

© Jan Richardson
janrichardson.com | paintedprayerbook.com

One comment

  1. At the moment this arrived I had just posted the following to others, to Rose, and to the pastoral charge site! All modified..this is the one I sent to Rose: “Please put a lighted candle in your window tonight between 8 and 9. This is a way we can communicate the light and love, and care, that we feel for all those impacted by this tragedy, including us. We are praying, and we are on our knees. We love you Rose, and we are thankful you are safe and here with us.” Lloyd, I have never felt anything like this before. I send love and care to you and Jennifer and family.

    Janet

    Dr. Janet Hammock
    Professor Emeritus of Music at Mount Allison University
    14 Devon Avenue
    Sackville, NB, E4L3W2
    Jhammock@mta.ca
    Pronouns: she, her, hers

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