Susan LaffertyImages of blue sky and a raging torrent of destruction fill my screen in recent days.
Bringing back memories.
There was blue sky when a tsunami roared into Aceh. Then pulled out. Taking with it precious lives along with whole buildings.
Today these scenes are not a coastal city, but a mountain haven.
Nepal. Villages built along the meandering river wiped out in a matter of minutes.
How can it be?
Rabbi. Healer. Friend.
Hanging in this place of death.
On a Roman cross.
Master, who loved in truth,
speaking life and light
to all who had
ears to hear.
How could it lead to this?
In December, a treasured necklace from Japan falls on the floor. Breaks.
And I get on my knees. Gathering broken pieces. Fragments.
Trying to put the puzzle back together. But it sits.
Incomplete.
So I place what remains in a bowl. Not ready to give up on it yet. Perhaps a shard or two skittered under a cabinet.
