every day
every minute
everywhere on earth
an innocent human being
a sacred soul
is being crucified
in more ways than one.
Praying is not enough
mourning is not enough
remembering is not enough.
The cry of the crucified
>must pierce your heart.
We are the crucified.
We are the crucifiers.
1 comment:
I often think that just about everything possible, good and bad, is happening somewhere on the earth, at any one time, just as every moment of the day is happening somewhere too.
Strange, too -especially in London but everywhere- to think that everyone is leading private lives no less active than our own behind the silent facade of walls and doors.
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