Love Amidst the Horror

I will forever remember seeing and breathing the massive agony all in
smoky tones of death and destruction. Really bad and horrible debris.
More than steel and concrete, more than the stuff we can always fix or
rebuild. There in the total devastation were the lives we can't fix. The
broken lives. So much prayer and kindness was offered. So much healing
energy.

I remember people standing around outside the fenced off security zone
by the thousands, numb with sadness, yet prayers fell from the mouths of
so many. Prayers to a greater power. Prayers of hope to help us to make
some sense of it all. Prayers of to offer help for those who needed it the
most at that moment.

As impossibly difficult to comprehend, in that place the human spirit was
lifted. People did comfort each other and we all became so much closer
because of the magnitude of it. It was like we needed each other. We
needed to know we were not alone.

A cosmic connection about those who have left us behind and how the
bond is never broken. The universal paradox. Star dust to star dust. The

circle unbroken but so painfully changed into something else. Something
as strong as faith and love. Something eternal and without explanation.
Something beyond our earthly understanding and yet ever present in our
lives.