Spring usually evokes images of warmer times. However, we had an airstrike yesterday. Not exactly the image of flowering plants and singing birds. We were warned by TS Eliot that “April is the cruelest month.” How cruel is it to hurl bombs? How cruel is it to need to hurl them?
We find in our lives that we are getting further and further from the garden into the wilderness beyond the gates where rules about beauty and order don’t apply.