Two priests were killed this week as a result of the continuous violence that infests this country. The latest victim, Fr Lionel Sham, whom I had the privilege of meeting some years back, though I didn't know him well, was abducted and killed in a robbery on Saturday. I have a deep respect and admiration for these selfless men who have, and continue to pay the price for love and in love. Perhaps it really is a battle of good vs. evil and they are the soldiers that stand guard on the wall so that the rest of us may live under the protection of and within the castle of Grace. But the cost is high. It is the cost borne by those, like Lionel Sham who freely and even eagerly lay down their lives for us. I honour their memory:
We who are left, how shall we look again
Happily on the sun or feel the rain,
Without remembering how they who went
Ungrudgingly and spent
Their all for us, loved, too, the sun and the rain?
A bird among the rain-wet lilac sings –
But we, how shall we turn to little things
And listen to the birds and winds and streams
Made holy by their dreams,
Nor feel the heart-break in the heart of things?
(Lament by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson)
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