April 12, 2025

The wall between my emotions and the world thins. We rehearsed the reading of the Saint Luke Passion at St. George’s today. My cue came up and I couldn’t speak, for the last passage my colleague read was of Peter, that after the Betrayal he “went out and wept bitterly.”  I had to re-assemble myself before I went on. Watching Captain America on TV I began to sob, comparing the flaming Eagle of the West that America was in 1943 to the slinking, slouching horror it is now. Every heart that is not evil is broken. 

Returned to Father’s Day. Found it eminently salvageable. Happy working on it into the deeps of night.