In the long arc of history,
the ever-flowing stream of time,
fifteen months seems brief,
and we give thanks that our mistakes
and any breakdown in our communications
will seem small and passing in the end.
But we are not at the end,
or even that place where the river meets the sea.
We are midstream,
unable to catch all the grief flowing by.
How can we hold a space
for overdue tears
for deep honoring
for tender remembrance
that won’t feel hurried or belated,
inadequate to the need?
Help us, Great Comforter,
not to deny or ignore
but to heal and strengthen
all your people.