In the midst of great sadness we will find the truth of our soul, the thing that for us holds it all together. For in those moments when there are no answers, we must reach for that something that offers equilibrium if not solace. It does not erase the sadness, nor does it correct the wrong, it simply reminds us that there will be a way through the darkness, if no light shines at the end of the tunnel, it serves as the blind man's cane, leading the way, one tap at a time, one foot in front of the other. In times like these we must grasp that bit of substance that we have known to be there in our most desperate times, that particle of grace that has never failed. When I close my hands around the last thing I can hope to hang on to I find an old friend, a constant, a heartbeat that I hear, even when I sleep. It is a loving God, whose voice I know in my frailest moments, whose strength I can feel in a gale force wind – a loving God who reminds me that he was there when the tragedy struck and he will still be present when the clouds begin to break because he walks with his arms around me as I follow the tapping, one foot in front of the other, coaxing me towards the whisper of light at end of a very long road. May you know his presence, Tom as you wander through this mist.
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