The spill is meeting the southern coast. I have no words that seem adequate. The fingerpointing and the blaming are being volleyed from one interest group to another, even as myriad workers are stepping towards the disaster to clean up/contain and somehow halt the oil. My cynical side imagines Screwtape standing at the brink of each day, speaking to his nephew, Wormwood: They wanted oil....now they have it beyond measure! Watch what this does! Watch them.
As I said.... my prayer is simple, because I don't know where to focus my words. The pain, like the spill, oozes into vast regions of my heart and the only words I can utter are: Kyrie Eleison...Lord have mercy!
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