For Aleppo

There are times a tragedy is too great, the violence too unspeakable, for me to make any sense of it. There is none. So I retreat in the ways Catholicism taught me to, to be quiet and solitary and, simply, to challenge myself to feel more deeply, not less.

This song, the only kind of prayer I’ve ever felt in my bones, gets me there.

For all the souls who lost their lives in Aleppo yesterday, last week, in the past year.

Helen Boyd

is the author of My Husband Betty and She's Not the Man I Married.

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  1. I appreciate your challenge to feel more deeply not less. I often give the hardest news about our inhumanity the least attention to save myself from the pain of it. But I took some private time this morning and listened to the words, felt the images, and cast my heart torn prayers for compassion out to the world….

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