I haven’t written much here lately, mostly because I feel inadequate to even address everything that needs to be addressed.  This Lent is certainly ending with great force– plenty of suffering, betrayal, and temptations to despair.

Have a good Holy week, all.   Please pray for our Holy Father during these days.

I’ll let the famous poet Seamus Heaney give us some words to reflect on as we continue our Christian apostolate of hope.

Human beings suffer.
They torture one another.
They get hurt and get hard.
No poem or play or song
Can fully right a wrong
Inflicted and endured.

History says, Don’t hope
On this side of the grave
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up
And hope and history rhyme.

So hope for a great sea-change
On the far side of revenge.
Believe that a farther shore
Is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
And cures and healing wells.

Call miracle self-healing,
The utter self-revealing
Double-take of feeling.
If there’s fire on the mountain
And lightning and storm
And a god speaks from the sky

That means someone is listening
The outcry and the birth-cry
Of new life at its term.
It means once in a lifetime
That justice can rise up
and hope and history rhyme.