Needless to say it has been an unexpected day up here in Boston. There’s a sense in the air so far of pride, that by staying put and staying out of everyone’s way we are doing our part to help resolve this unprecedented situation.
This morning our neighborhood can lady was out prowling, despite their being no trash and a shelter-in-place advisory. The construction guys up the street were working. The crew that was supposed to take some trash from behind the apartment six weeks ago finally came by to do the job (that may be more shocking than the lockdown, to be honest).
There has been an anxiety lurking this week that can’t be denied. I’m not sure I can write about it yet, and I’m not sure that it will be the most important element of the collective story that Boston is writing as we wait. We’re proud and patient right now, though the day is lovely and most of us would rather have been outside.
I couldn’t help but open a few windows, which will soon close as the promised rain swirls into Boston. As the spring breeze and wind of a changed future blew around the apartment I thought of these words from T. S. Eliot, which I leave you with:
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spentIf the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.
– from Ash Wednesday
Please let me know how you’re doing, whether near or far.
Having witnessed the coverage of Boston all day on cable televison, my prayers go with all of you as this situation evolves. Kyrie eleison!
Thank you, Kevin.
It’s so awful what is happening in your city. I feel completely helpless watching it all unfold on tv, knowing that so many innocent people are being impacted. My heart hurts for you, and I pray that you and your city stay safe!
Thank you, we cherish your prayers!
Thank you for sharing and we have been praying for Bostonians as well and there would be a quick peaeful resolve to finding this man still at large. We are in VT and there is now this eery silence here as the winds blow, and the dark clouds move in and the sun starts to set…almost as if nature aligned with every heart and acquiesced to the grieving tonight in Boston, in TX and around the world…
Blessings and love to you, stay safe!
It does seem apt that the sky is turning dark earlier. Thanks for your blessings!
Every day I enjoy the grace your words bring to my reading eyes. You and the victims and all Boston responders and inhabitants (and perpetrators) are in my prayers. From New York, I am proud of you all and hope the perpetrators can be taken alive. I love what you said about letting police do their job and hanging onto your civil liberties even in the face of fear. God protect and comfort you.
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