"LITTLE COUSINS, CALLED BACK"

Yesterday at least 18 elementary school children were gunned down in their Texas classroom.

The shooter was 18 years old.

I was 18 years old when I had an almost fatal car accident; tomorrow is the anniversary of that accident.

For me, these things feel connected in ways I don't understand.  Maybe it has something to do with accepting the past and the present as they are?  With accepting the world and people as they are too?

When stumped like this, I turn to the Sisters of Life podcast archives and often find something that helps.

I found a link for a pdf file called, Litany of Let Love.  It was perfect.  And-- it was written by one of the podcast cohosts.
 
Circling back to the shooting in Uvalde Texas.  After the deaths of all those children, I also want to share what is thought to be the poet Emily Dickinson's last letter before she died.  It was short and simple, “Little Cousins, Called Back. Emily“.  (Source: briefpoems.wordpress).
 
We don't kill our cousins.  No.  We protect them.  We celebrate them.  We love them.  We don't shoot them.

I don't have an answer to stopping the death of innocent children.  Smarter folks than me will have to figure that one out. 
 
But I think I'm starting to better understand that confounding Jesuit Suspice Prayer.
 
Take Windsor LORD.
 
Take Texas.
 
"Little cousins, Called back."
 
Amen
 

Zebra by Joan Butterfield. (Joan Butterfield/joanbutterfieldartist.com)
Canadian Artist 
PS.  I love love love this painting.  I see something new everytime I look at it.
Today I see a spirit horse for carrying the "Little Cousins" home.
 


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