Relentless heat explodes in thunder and lightning. Wind thrashes through trees pulling down leaves and branches too weak to hold on any longer. Clouds heavy with unwept grief reach their limit in torrents of landscape-altering rivers.
Quiet settles in the flooded walkways and God moves into the pain. Where none of us can speak, God’s voice swells the silence. Tired, overwhelmed yet courageous brothers, sisters, and friends raise the battle cry. “LOVE!”
“You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ The second is this, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:30-31.
May God’s grace create compassion and empathy when we cannot speak. May we allow ourselves to be moved by the heat and the wind and the weakness and the tears to imagine and act on the infinite possibility of love.