I wish I had something elegant and
poignant to say. Something that could create logic out of madness, but I
know that there is no logic in evil and no sense in
the senselessness.
I struggle to turn away from the
constant barrage of media. I struggle with so very much information because it
threatens to take me to a place that is so dark that when I turn around, I will
not see any light. I will only see the darkness of their pain and it will
remind me of the blackness of my own pain that I have struggled for so long to
bring into the light.
Information flows from every
corner. Perhaps in some article I will find a detail that helps me to
understand. But details do not help to heal. It takes every ounce of my strength to turn away from the
pictures, from the articles, from the updates. I struggle to close the
window on my desktop and then to close my eyes for a brief moment. I
remember those who were lost and say a prayer for them. I plead silently
that comfort is brought to those that are left behind. I ask those who
have gone before, to find and comfort those who are with them in heaven.
I beg silently to never know the pain of those who are grieving.
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