A line from a TV show long past keeps echoing in my mind today -- The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels tonight. Indeed. Last night. This month. This year. Too crowded is the world beyond, whatever metaphor your belief system employs. And we risk becoming numb, perhaps as an autonomic emotional reflex mechanism. In our consciousness are the cries that caring souls feel and it's important for the collective healing of the world's pain to have a healthy way to cope first before finding solutions and taking action.
Now, angels don't really show up in the ancient traditions of the Native North American spiritualities. So what I think of in this context is the Lakota phrase of Mitakuye Oyasin -- all my relations or all are related -- and the Ancestors who have gone before.