Clinging to the wreckage of Civilization.
Meaning: Compassion through sorrow, the holy endurance of love
Her heart was pierced not once—but seven times.
And still she stood.
This feast honors the sorrow that teaches mercy.
Write down the names of those who suffer.
Read them slowly.
Let your breath become their prayer.
Today, show mercy where it is not deserved.
Let grace pass through you—not for them, but for the world.
Love that endures sorrow becomes sacred.
Light a candle at dusk.
Say: “Even pierced, I remain.”
Let that be your vow—and your healing.