…the tranquil night
at the time of the rising dawn,
silent music,
sounding solitude,
the supper that refreshes, and deepens love….

Spent a day and evening of leisure exploring Cleveland downtown after an afternoon of mass, Eucharistic adoration, and communal prayer. Beautiful weather, I enjoyed being a part of a bustling crowd alone. In solitude, I enjoy encountering large secular crowds, a part yet distant. The thought occurred that through immense and intense love, God allows freedom and the spiritual wildness of free will to run riot through time and space. God is the one heartbroken. Mary weeps as souls are lost. All that is good in the spiritual realm is silent in profound sadness regarding the misery we children of God bring upon ourselves.  The angels keep vigilant unceasing focus upon God. Father Rodger, my favorite Capuchin Tanzanian priest, spoke in his homily today about the resurrected Christ still possessing the wounds of the Cross. The glorified body not completely assumed to the Father, the resurrection wounds Thomas stuck his fingers in declare the unending brokenness of mankind. Christ’s victory over death would not be victory upon the earth for man. Man could accept Christ, be saved, yet still he would struggle, immersed within lives of sin.

Holy Mother pray for us sinners now and in the hour of our death. Amen