“Does anyone know where the love of god goes? When the waves turn the minutes to hours?”
This is a famous line from the Gordon Lightfoot song The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald.
I keep hearing this line in my head today. As I watch the faces and the names of the Humboldt hockey players that were on that bus, that fateful moment.
time shattered, lost, abandoned
stop, erase, precious cargo
gone without reason
forgive, forgiven, forgotten
for what, for now, forever
my god, your god, WHY GOD?
a team sundered
to what end
unable to begin again
“does anyone know
where the love of god goes”
“when the waves turn the minutes to hours”