On our most recent vacation to the beach, my husband and I sat on the deck from late afternoon well into the night as our week was coming to an end. We’re way past the age of frolicking in the surf until our mothers call us inside, so we were content to sit in the balmy breeze of late summer and just be.
It’s hard to do. But there’s a tipping point when you become drunk from the sensuality of the experience as you watch the descent of the sun. I’m talking about all the senses first exploding, then complementing each other, delicately, subtly. And you know peace.
One of my favorite painters, Picasso, has a series of lovely and simple line drawings that make me smile. Their beautiful simplicity speaks volumes — one stroke, one line can convey as much or more than the detailed paintings of other masters. I appreciate the others, as I appreciate some of Picasso’s more complex works as well.
But sometimes, less is more.
On this, the eve of another year gone by when we remember the events of September 11, 2001, I pray for peace. We live in a complex world with complex relationships and far too much chaos. We grieve over the inhumanity of man against man, not just over the events that horrified us nine years ago, but over horrors committed daily.
We grieve at our capacity for evil. We grieve over injustice. We grieve because we feel. And if we feel we can hope.
But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope. The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end. — Lamentations 3:21-22