An Extraordinary Week in A Cruel April 2013

by Frank Brangwyn

It has been an intense week of tragic suffering, death, heartbreak and evil. 

Every day has been laid with trails of violent havoc and destruction, where innocent lives have been randomly and/or callously ripped asunder, and the brokenness of a beautiful world was vividly exposed with all its sharp edges and searing raw pain. 

The famous phrases from T.S. Eliot's poem, The Waste Land:- "April is the cruellest month," and "I will show you fear in a handful of dust," reverberated in my head and the greatest human "show on earth" appeared at times to be on an ever revolving stage where unremitting distress appeared in different guises but with one overarching theme of death and destruction.


Certainly, during this last week there were days when the onslaught of bad news and commentary offered no respite and inspirational messages, prayers of consolation, spiritual balms failed to soothe; the losses seemed too great and all I was aware of was of those who will face tomorrow carrying desperately heavy burdens, with hearts held in a tight and menacing grip of loss, anxiety and grief.

But somewhere in this earthly theatre, sparks of divine goodness eventually appeared and shone through an impenetrable darkness. What became visible were extraordinary acts of human kindness. 

All of them witness to the indomitable human spirit of courage,compassion and community.


For all who in different ways have been caught up in disparate losses this week, who have experienced the raw desolation of death, and a whirl of conflicting emotions : anger, disgust, bewilderment, incomprehension, I pray that God may reach us, hold and comfort us, that we can reach out to others and have resilience to face the days ahead, with some small acts of love, peace and hope and yes, in our hearts we have to dig deep and find space for maybe the hardest one of them all - to give forgiveness to our enemies and those who hate us.

Broken Harmony and Allowing The Flow of Tears to Be Part of Our Healing.

We give thanks for our friends.
Our dear friends.
We anger each other;
We fail each other.
We share this sad earth, this tender life,
this precious time.
Such richness. Such wildness.
Together we are blown about.
Together we are dragged along.
All this delight.
All this suffering.
All this forgiving life.
We hold it together.

Michael Leunig

by Ben Shahn

God accept our prayers,
Send us tears in return.
Give freedom to this exchange.

Let us pray inwardly.
Let us weep outwardly.

This is the breathing of the soul.
This is the vitality of the Spirit.
For this we give thanks.

Michael Leunig

Love until the darkness collapses.

Pablo Neruda

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