a web of grief

In ancient Israel mourners displayed their grief by smiting their chests and tearing their clothes. For seven days, at least, they wouldn’t dress themselves, make their bed, take a bath, or do any work at all.

I understand that. Today we mourn the loss of a young man in our church. And no one feels like doing anything. It is the morning after death that Emily Dickinson describes, writ large across an entire congregation.
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