“We weep, O Lord, for those things that, though nameless, are still lost. We weep for the cost of our rebellions, for the mocking and hallowing of holy things, for the inward curve of our souls, for the evidence of death outworked in every field and tree and blade of grass, crept up in every creature, alert in every longing, infecting all fabrics of life.”
Douglas McKelvey
Every Moment Holy