Today was a travel day for me.  Bruce Springsteen’s “You’re Missing” played early in the day on my mp3 player, and the haunting cello theme from this very moving song has stayed with me throughout the day.  This relentless, searching passage has played over and over in my mind, reminding me of all that we are missing on this Memorial Day.

We are missing US soldiers who have died in Iraq and Afghanistan.  We are missing civilians who have died in Iraq and Afghanistan.  We are missing aid workers who died trying to penetrate the blockade of Gaza.  We are missing a way of life that may not return for many generations along the shores of the Gulf of Mexico.  We are missing retirement savings and homes that disappeared in a gluttonous feeding frenzy on Wall Street.

And still the cello plays on.

Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep, you’re not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you’re missing

Pictures on the nightstand, TV’s on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you’re missing, you’re missing
You’re missing when I shut out the lights
You’re missing when I close my eyes
You’re missing when I see the sun rise
You’re missing

[Link for lyrics]

Yet, in the face of these searing losses,  life continues and artists like Springsteen find beauty coming from the pain.  What new beauty awaits us as we mourn today’s losses?