Foolishly, perhaps, but still we yearn to hold what we love, not just to believe in it, not just to dance with it, awed by the beauty, the generosity, the splendor of its grace. How can we hold the sunset, the moment of laughter when we are soaked by a sudden shower but come through the storm to a world made new, the blessing of being and being loved and being cherished, even as we fumble and do not really know how to let each other know that they are, that we are, really, loveable and loved? Lover of Life, you are a lover of fools, those of us who still yearn to hold what we love, not just to believe in it, dance with it, live in awe and wonder and surprising joy. Do you love us for this or for our simply being, breathing, dreaming, trying to do what is right and what is merciful and what is just? The answer seems to be yes, for you are a lover of fools. May we live likewise, all our lives. Amen.