Bonjour, mon Dieu. Comment ça va?
(Hello, my God. How are you?)
Je suis triste aujourd’hui, mon ami.
(I am sad today, my friend.)
But God, you knew what this plague was, as we floundered and feared for years for explanations.
And God, you know what this plague is, as we struggle and stumble to disperse treatment.
And you know us – so well – every fragile sinew and cell of our being.
And we know you –
we know you to say that if one suffers, we all suffer as one.