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!
What beautiful thoughts you have my dear.
ReplyDeleteA 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.
ReplyDeleteI'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!
ReplyDeleteYes, 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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