By the time I finish writing this, it will probably have arrived.
I suppose All Saints’ Day is really more significant, and more important in the Church calendar. But it’s All Souls’ Day that touches me more. It’s among those who are longing for God and seeking him, without knowing what it is that they seek, that my heart lies: with all those who are wandering, and in mourning because they do not have that for which they long, and do not even believe that it exists.
Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
That was in the Gospel for today’s Mass. I can’t express how much I long for it to be true.
Light On Dark Water 
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