I was about to go to sleep last night and suddenly remembered that I've been running ramshackle through more anniversaries ...
March 22 was 7 months since you passed away, Momma.
March 27 was 7 months since your funeral.
And the spring that's springing ... is of course the first spring without you in this Here-and-Now.
Which is of course ... wrong so wrong so utterly utterly wrong ...
But You O Lord You Alone can make it right ...
You Alone can make straight the highways ...
You Alone can fill up the valleys and level the mountains ...
In the Here-and-Now of Charles's little world though ... the terrain stays pretty damn rough
And Integrity and Grace in the Here-and-Now mean remembering that Your Way of the Cross passes right through exactly this terrain of this rough old world
Yet You Are Risen, Alleluia, Alleluia.
You Alone matter O Lord
You Alone
Thank You for my Momma Lord
Thank You for You
Thank You for this rough old world
Thank You for this rough old Here-and-Now
Thank You
Charles Delacroix
Saturday in the Octave of Easter
Eve of Divine Mercy Sunday
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