How do we understand this world of contradictions? Reaching out to a universe beyond our comprehension while at the same time wanting to know. “There’s no answer for me. May I speak honestly? “ There’s an intimacy here. A gentle kindness in asking for permission, knowing that the answer may be silence. But more importantly, there’s hope here, a sense of moving forward, of not giving up. “While Heaven still weeps” tells me this is passing. A temporariness. Eventually, something will give, will budge, will get better. Each Time I Pray.