Maria played the opening bars of our post communion hymn "as a deer pants for the water, so do I long for you" and the tears started to flow this morning. Tears from a long week that held two funerals and a even more time with bereaved families, set against the back drop of Dad's impending anniversary.
Breathe, I told myself. Breathe.
Let the tears come, as the merciful Grace of God comes. Unexpected, flowing, abundant.
Breathe, breathe.
The Spirit moves softly, holding my tender, bruised heart.
Breathe. Gently Breathe.
The rhythm of Mass takes over carrying me forward, acknowledging my longing for God.
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