Walking around the block a mile this evening, I thought upon the Russia- Ukraine war. How despondent and sad I become. At the same time a memory comes forward of a time in the early 1990s on Long Island New York. I was visiting with the Poor Clares and the Franciscan Brothers. I corresponded with Sister Philomena for years. She told me once,
“It is best you join the world again. Meet someone, settle down, get married and have children.”
And so, I did.
As I was walking, I looked and saw a star blossom upon the ground I said to myself,
“Star I see you within this flower.”
I thought instantly of the Canticle of Brother Sun and Sister Moon by St. Francis of Assisi.
Once years ago, I awoke to an invitation one morning to join in the reading of this with the Brothers and Sisters. How lovely it felt to be there and feel such radiance of words.
The point of my memory and experience tells me this. That we live in a contrary world of both beauty and heart ache. It is up to us to balance these two extremes the best we can.
“Praised be You my Lord through our Sister,
who sustains and governs us,
producing varied fruits with colored flowers and herbs.
Praise be You my Lord through those who grant pardon for
love of You and
bear sickness and trial.”