Nothing aggrieves the psyche like disease, destruction of property, desertion, divorce, or death. Such losses, of whatever magnitude, shade the psyche for indeterminate periods of time—in their wake, steaming pitch burns useless dross from unlived lives.

At the onset of loss, thick soot obliterates identity and greases confusion into riderless barreling skateboards. Impenetrable night shrouds the spiritual faculties, rendering them inert, colorless, and isolated. Kettle-black metal chains bind imagination and fog memory. Tears moisten lead pieces of “what used to be,” which further stab throbbing hearts. Shadows of reality trick ill-formed decisions necessitating correction and more change, perhaps dislocation. Panther-like, anger blazes, then subsides and hides until its next surge.

Such are the shades of grief as sufferers pick up the pieces of their lives and move on. Many have already perished; many wounded; many homeless.

Such is the painful plight of Haitians and Afghans and countless others. For them, we continue praying: “We ask Your protection and care with complete abandon.”

The Light of Life will return–It depends on where you look.