There has been violence yet again in Nice.
There is fear, there is numbness.
There is doubt.
Tonight the keeper went to the Cathedral as a source of solace, and was not disappointed. An unexpected visitor, a woman from Africa, began to to sing in her native language as the liturgy began. It didn't matter that the assembly didn't understand her language, the song carried human longing, anguish, and hope. She also sang a haunting response to the homily. She sang for her own anguish, sor sure, but she sang the souls of those gathered.
No comments:
Post a Comment