Mirror and Face
Last night I was sent to cover a candlelight vigil to honor a young man that was reported missing a month ago. A body was found on Tuesday, officials are in the process of determining whether the body found is truly that of the missing boy.
The family is sure it is him.
As I left to go to the event I wondered, what is this a vigil for? What are we waiting for?
And now I know. We are waiting for the truth.
Not that the truth will set anyone free, certainly not free from pain. For this truth is both the truth that pains and the truth that cures the pain, as Rumi says.
Like these balloons that flew over the meeting of mourning community members and family — free, yet tethered and at the mercy of the winds that blow — reaching for the heavens. Both, and. Neither, yet all.
The truth, if found, will both release pain and gather it.
“Do all you can with what you have, in the time you have, in the place you are.” —Nkosi Johnson, 12-year-old Zulu boy, living with AIDS