Rejoice?

Beloved, we are always in the wrong,
Handling so clumsily our stupid lives,
Suffering too little or too long,
Too careful even in our selfish loves:
The decorative manias we obey
Die in grimaces round us every day,
Yet through their tohu-bohu comes a voice
Which utters an absurd command – Rejoice.

W.H. Auden

I found this at The Outpatient Monk, along with this beautiful reflection on the recent tragedy in Connecticut:  http://www.outpatientmonk.com/making-sense-of-it-all-how-advent-confronts-us-in-the-wake-of-tragedy/

Love Wins

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