“Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be consoled, because they were no more.” (Jeremiah 31:15. St. Matthew 2:18)

Sadness awakened at mid-morning, uncovers the strength to push evil aside, spreads across the land, drapes America’s soul with grief. Sadness as strong as love that blindly abides. Unseeing through tears that baptize the earth unto a blessedness. This blessed earth waits to embrace children innocently returning from a brief time in the sun. Thoughts cease to be whole; sentences fractured; verbs powerless to lend sense to a ruptured spirit. Rachel weeping, again, for her children. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope. I weep with Rachel. Perhaps it is in weeping that hope abides.