Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows,
Help us to see
That without the dust the rainbow
Would not be:
I had a death in my family this week, on Sunday to be exact. I’ve been thinking that death shouldn’t arrive on a Sunday because it flavors the week with the aroma and taste of mourning. Our Monday through Saturday is out of sync because someone is missing from our regular schedule. Death is especially hard during holidays because it reminds us of our own fragility and forces us to make decisions about our traditions. Do we continue or do we stop? Do we change some things or attempt to keep everything the same. Who sits at the head now?
I will find my solace as I serve my family. This is indeed a dusty time and we will need lots of Kleenex over the next few days and months.
But on a day unknown to any of us, the rainbows will return.