Nature takes a deep breath, waters run clear, the veils of pollution lift – while many lie dying, alone; others grieve, alone. Fear and anxiety disorients and distracts. But millions of beautiful acts of courage and kindness perfume the air. In these acts, we taste the intimacy of the Beloved, which Passover and Holy Week knit to ordinary time century after century. In the cycles of illness and catastrophe and in the liturgies of divine presence, may we always feel the sweetness and goodness of divine love for all humans and all beings, for the earth itself and every inhabitant. And may we be given the great mercy of being instruments of that goodness.