...where entropy happens constantly, in an unrelenting manner, as in every second of every day
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Three year old son walks over to me, carrying his jacket. It is a sunny but chilly day, and he wants to join the other little kiddos outside. He has already slipped on his boots, and his pant legs are squished up around the top of the boots.
"Mom", he asks, holding out the jacket to me, "can you fix my jacket. It's upside out."
O Heavenly King, Consoler, Spirit of Truth, Who art in all places, and fillest all things. Treasury of Goodness and Giver of Life, come and take up Thine abode amongst us. And cleanse us of every stain, and save our souls, O Good One.