What We’ve Done

In moments of peace here at home, when everyone is quietly reading, or drawing, wiling away the last hours of the day, I say “Look, Lord! Look! See what we’ve done with all you’ve given us,” and I bow my head, in prayer and gratitude. When they’re all falling apart, mired in the ugly bitterness of their own obsessions, their pain, their anger, I say “Look, Lord! Look! See what we’ve done with all you’ve given us,” and I bow my head, in prayer and sorrow. I am either drunk with confidence, or dusting off my sack cloth. There is no room in between.