It’s only possible to keep living if you have hope
and this week
it’s hard to imagine what it is that keeps some people breathing.
We don’t know how people get up each day when they know that everything
who made their life, their life, has gone.
but they do.
and rather than try to understand
or put words to it
[this is no time for theology or philosophy]
let’s just wait here for a moment
in honour of the fact
that they do get up each day
and if we can
let’s hold the faith for them
that it won’t be this terrible