Compassion of touch

Pope Francis and disfigured man

Compassion of touch, even in the most public eye, moves me to hope for more. And it is not a sentimental image, there is something of hard agony in there.

A poem from Christian Wiman:

Hammer is the Prayer

There is no consolation in the thought of God,
he said, slamming another nail

in another house another havoc had half–taken.
Grace is not consciousness, nor is it beyond.

To hell with remembrance, to hell with heaven,
hammer is the prayer of the poor and the dying.

And the wind in some lordless random comes to rest,
and all the disquieted dust within,

peace came to the hinterlands of our minds,
too remote to know, but peace nonetheless.

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