How is salvation found in heaps of twisted, blasted steel? Does grace abound in burning flesh and pain of death? Is the voice of God in the agony of pain? Does beauty peek from the mask of death? Will flights of angels rise from the dust of destruction?
Within pain, longing, terror, and despair, emerges the freedom of dying – becoming living grace.
For those who are left, a prayer: oh God within me, take me from this self bent on destruction of all I believe is not me.