I'm so damned tired, and my heart is so full of love.
Cancer is winning; I can't deny that. But on the other hand, I have won, because I have been able to defeat resentment and anger.
I haven't defeated fear; I'm terrified. But that's to be expected, and that's OK. Father, why hast Thou forsaken Me? I'm in good company.
But in that dreadful question, its own answer is formed. I may feel forsaken...
...but I will not forsake Love.
And if death is the last enemy, love is the ultimate victory.
For all of you. my kind and faithful readers, I wish only the best. I know that these are hard times, and that anger flows from so many sources...but I hope that you can keep your feet, and that you can know the love of Christ, the love of Paul, the love of Maximilian Kolbe.
I love you all.
I wish for you a gentle world,
that you see peace on Earth,
with the flags of hatred furled
and storm-clouds by sun dispersed.
I wish for you a hopeful dawn
borne out in truth for every day,
and that you hear the robin's song
as you travel on your way
down the miles and through the years,
over hill and dale,
and you have no cause for tears
save those that entail
from the Love the Empty Tomb
could not contain, for lack of room.
Music from Steve Winwood, with Back In The High Life Again.