I had a regular blog post queued up for today, I did.
It was stupid and normal and made jokes about Swamp People and vegan cheese and cat flatulence.*
But in light of the week our world is having, stupid and normal and flatulent went out the window.
You don’t need me to tell you that humanity is hurting.
I certainly don’t know what to do in times like these. Frankly, I don’t even know how to pray. But I have it on unimpeachable authority that, when our hearts are broken and our tears are our food, Someone is praying through us with words too deep to understand.
So rather than offer any more weightless words, I present you with Tabby’s Place kittens reading the Sermon on the Mount.
Blessed are you, kittens, when you love your way through the darkness and peacefully force the light.
There will, there will, there will be light.
*To which we shall return in good time. We honor the dead by praying and working and living and laughing on, even before dawn. Darkness has not conquered, and it cannot comprehend our hope and our laughter.