In the wake of the December 14 massacre in Newtown, Connecticut, I find myself curiously empty of words. I started a poem, but it was trite and contrived, and felt wrong. Nothing can make this right. Nothing can speak to the unutterable agonies of those families, of that community.
I can only say to those who are left behind to mourn, and wonder, and question, and rage, whether they be related by blood or by a common humanity:
I am a parent. My heart is broken for you!
I am a teacher. My heart is bleeding with yours!
I am a human being. My heart is burdened for you!
...and may all those who perished, both the innocent and the guilty, finally rest in peace!
4 comments:
What beautiful thoughts you have my dear.
A very dreadful thing that seems to be happening too often in America. Obama was very upset when I saw him while watching the news. His hands are tied no matter what he wants to do.
There are a lot of very sick minded people in that country.
I am appalled by the complete selfishness of people who want to do absolutely nothing to reduce these occurrences. Shocked that it is considered to be acceptable to at least 4 million people. Left speechless by the thought that the remaining 256 million are apparently powerless to change things.
I'm just numb... :( And I worry that this country has countenanced gratuitous violence for so long that when things like this happen, they are immune to it!
Yes, I couldn't think of any post, and was made numb to see so many leap at the subject. Yes, let the dead rest.
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