The agony of humanity
Is oft times captured
In one image, one cry, one word.
Today
A mother and two children
Lying lifeless on the streets of Ukraine.
A moment before, moving through the world
Perhaps seeking refuge
Or running for cover
Perhaps crying for the absence of a husband and father gone to fight the war.
Then the blast, the concussion, the light
Followed by silence, darkness, grief beyond naming
But that mother and her young ones carry names
They are the victims of war
They are the face of suffering
They are Christ lowered from the cross
When the empire has done its worst.
Remember them.
Love them.
Look for them on the day of Resurrection
And between now and then
Raise fist and voice, cradle them in your heart.
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Believe it. 