Hear God's Whispers and sometimes His Groans

The diminishing of a soul is the end goal of any evil system---whether by an individual, a disease, a family, a church, a company store, a state, an army, a prison, a party, a belief, or a nation.  Fr. Lynch in “Imagination as Healer of the Hopeless” reminded us we must never give up on ‘hope.’  We are accountable to answer for “the hope that is in us.” Faith, Hope, and Love: and the greatest of these is love. 

To be rendered dumb and paralyzed before evil in extreme situations is to exist in a terror beyond belief.  But the soul, heart and mind of each human being are a ‘divine spark’ of God.  Those who ‘speak the words well’ must speak for those too wounded, for those who have lost the ability to speak or to fight.  To open the windows of the soul, let fresh air in, create soul words, to give broken hearts wings, is the task of the artist, to be ‘co-creators, co-healers’ ---to be those who ‘hear God’s whispers and sometimes His groans.’
But the 'tenders of the heart' are so very few.  Those who catch a tear, carry a sob, and comfort a sigh paid the price of knowing and the being able to comfort carved out before our meeting by an unknown hand.
I am reminded of this in St. Therese's loving of His Face:...  l'regarde ...Try catching one of those Tears.