This broke my heart today: “You who sit there in utter misery, look up and show your friend your face. There is no darkness bears a cloak so black as could conceal your suffering. Why wave your hand to warn me of the taint of blood? For fear your words pollute me? I am not afraid to share your deep affliction with you…” – Euripides (quoted here). Break my heart, Lord.
As we begin Great Lent, giving alms to the poor from what we do not eat, be not afraid with me, friend.
From the same site, this excerpt from The Visionary by Rilke.
How little are the things with which we wrestle.
What with us wrestles, how much greater is!
If only we would let ourselves be conquered
as things are overcome by a great storm,
we would expand in space and need no names.
When we victorious are, it is over the small things,
and though we won, it leaves us feeling small.