We still pray
We still sing
We still dream of the day
when  the birds will return
and the flowers
of our lost loved ones

We still live with the belief
that love and gentleness
and faith
will blossom forth one day
like roses in winter

We still believe that God
will be born again in our land
as we prepare the stable
of our hearts for the birth
of a new people.

(A poem to Guatemalan refugees in Mexico from Salvadoran refugees in Honduras, taken from “Death: A Sourcebook about Christian Death” by Liturgy Training Publications)

It is the heart that knows the wound of loss that can recognize the deep and tender beauty of the Feast of All Souls.