6/13/2016 0 Comments 6.12.16And the world erupted, once again.
Sending out shards of pain in all directions. It’s all too hauntingly familiar. But it hasn’t been long enough since the last time. Only a few months ago, I was sitting in my apartment in London watching the news of another mass killing in Paris. But here we are again. World erupting. No, it’s not fair. And we all have something to say. Here I am, trying to say my something. I’m searching but the words aren’t right. They dance around my brain and swirl around my fingertips, taunting me. Have you said yours? Crumbling and broken, we stoop to pick up the pieces and try to make sense of it all. But is there any sense to make? We arm our bodies with weapons and our tongues with hate and our hearts with bitterness. We are so good, too good, at pointing fingers and calling names. But look at these pieces. There is no sense to be found here. Only hurt. The world erupted, yet again But did it ever really stop? Can we ever make it stop, God? Why? These questions force the air out my lungs. And I throw my head back and look up and wait for the tears to come. Why, why, why Can we ever make it stop? I want to believe that we can. I need to believe that. As I stoop to pick up the pieces, I try to believe that. But what is the right answer? No, not political views or religion or anything else worthy of debate. These are the things of the armor we wear called animosity. No, it’s not them. It’s love. We can only love and love and love and love and nothing more. For this is the greatest thing we can do as living souls. Just love. It picks up the pieces, It sets down the armor, It puts air back in our lungs. Maybe this is the key. To stop the erupting. This love. It is ours to give and receive Gladly, Graciously, Beautifully, Hopefully. Hopefully, We can make it stop, God Have you said your something yet? I am trying. Let us say it in love. Written by Sarah
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