mostly-history:

Scenes from the Warsaw Ghetto in summer 1941.  The man in the last
photo is dead.

No one is forgotten by God. We may walk by. Stare for a moment. Make a comment. Keep moving.

But God has stopped.

He kisses the lips of the desolate. Strokes the hair of the defiled. Carries the souls of the broken. Washes the bodies of the dead.

Lord, have mercy on me. I am the worst of sinners.