Where Shall We Find Her?

Come, with bows bent and with emptying of quivers,
Maiden most perfect! Lady of Light!
With a noise of winds and many rivers,
With a clamor of waters, and with might:
Bind on thy sandals, O Thou most fleet!
Over the splendor and speed of thy feet:
For the faint East quickens, and the wan West shivers,
Round the feet of the Day and the feet of the Night.
- ‘When The Hounds of Spring’, Atalanta of Calydon by Algernon Swinburne.

Yesterday a maiden who had just started to bloom was taken from our lives in an action most evil and violent. Christina-Taylor Green had been born on a most ill-omen day, that of September 11th, 2001; born into sorrow but by her birth promising great joy. From that day until yesterday it seemed she was fulfilling that promise. Being the only girl on her Little League team and playing second base, for it seems she had absorbed from her father and grandfather a passion for America’s game. Vowing to help the less fortunate to loving animals. From ballet to jazz, she did love. So much wonderful potential she did have, all stolen away from her family and loved ones by a madman with a sick cause.

Rest in peace Christina, in the loving arms of our Creator. And may His grace and peace fall upon all who were hurt deeply with your death. I wish the same blessings of grace and peace fall upon the others who were killed. May His healing and peace fall most specially on the wounded. Especially pray for Gabrielle Giffords and her family for she has a long road to recovery.