I’m struck this morning by the prescience of yesterday’s poem, coming as it did (without my knowledge at the time of posting it) in the wake of the tragedy that struck late Thursday night at a movie theater in Aurora, Colorado: “Life the hound, Equivocal, Comes at a bound, Either to rend me, Or to befriend me.”
Life…comes at a bound…either to rend me, or to befriend me.
For the lives now rent asunder by this senseless evil, O God, have mercy. And, for the many lives around the world for whom random acts of violence not so unlike this one have become routine, we also pray. Remake these broken shards of the fragile glass that is the stuff of all of our lives into something lastingly beautiful, O God with Us. In your name we pray, Amen.