The Penn State coverage has sickened me…I have seen enough timelines, read enough editorials…I have and still pray that justice rolls down like waters…and I mourn for the boys.If you could rise above and look down on the storm you might see it as a kind of silence, a wordless betrayal of trust like Gethsemane’s kiss, the muted shock of a sparrow flying into the kitchen window whose pane was just clear enough to beguile the senses and look like sky. That’s how it might look if you could rise above. But no one sees like that, none but the eye of God. From below, inside the trespass, there are tears: this is not how things should be. Much of life can be toyed with but boys are ordained to run and play in evening sun then safely dream in pieces beneath patchwork quilts, to inch taller toward the light, unashamed, farther into the slow goodbye.
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