And We Wait

This day is oddly still. It feels empty, the emptiness that follows incomprehensible loss, when you feel as though your heart has been pulled out of you, and you wait for it to come back.

We sit, not sure exactly what to do, and we wait.

We happen to know what we are waiting for. We wait all the more anxiously.


Linkage:

• Dirty Catholic relates to the passion and th Truth therein.
• From the Office of Readings, via Young Fogeys: "Something strange is happening - there is a great silence on Earth today..."