"Baby" was delivered anniversary

Today at Eucharist and anointing service I asked the celebrant to anoint me in the name of the victims of atomic warfare.
This is a weary day for my soul!
It is the Feast of the Transfiguration, such a wonderful Feast Day, the Propers from the Eucharist and Office are wonderful especially if one has the old Propers to make use of. Yet it is the anniversary of the dropping of the bomb on the town in Japan that we seem to never quite pronounce correctly.
The name of the bomb "Baby." And the delivery was made.
I cannot help but think of Thomas Merton's wonderful, powerful, weeping poem "Original Child Bomb."
There were only 5 of us weary souls at the Eucharist, 7 counting the celebrant and assistant. And yet in my way of thinking the Churches should be full or maybe they should be empty with shame. "We were naked and so we hid since you Yahweh walked in the coolness of the evening in the garden."
When the bomb exploded the earth was left naked, people were left naked, bodies were left naked, and the souls of all were left naked.
Peter wanted to put up tents. We wanted to tear down everything.
Jesus was headed for Jerusalem and the Cross. We made that town into a cross.
Maybe we should move the Feast of the Transfiguration. No! It is where it must be.
Pray for the victims of warfare, even atomic warfare. vincent ira ciaramitaro