Faced with a typical Tuesday morning,
No
drama on the workday schedule.
Arriving
early in a caffeine stupor and
Ready
to tread in tempestuous seas.
The
news arrives slowly, trickling in:
A
plane, a building, small tragedy brewing.
No
thought of terror or hell-bent insanity.
That kind of thing doesn’t
happen here.
And
then it does –
A second catastrophe
Man-made
in vengeance –
No logic, no mercy.
And
now a third and yet a fourth.
How
many furies fly? How many innocents
Yet
to perish ‘ere the nightmare resolves?
How
many unanswered questions arise?
We
watch, we wait, we pray for fair outcome,
But
dread obscures hope in a sickening mist.
And
then the sky comes tumbling down,
First
one then the other in fury and fire.
And
the world stops turning as the toll keeps rising.
We
stand in stunned silence, shivering, numb.
Our
resolve ferments as the dust starts to settle.
We
seek understanding but grasp only air.
Today
we will grieve seeking out bitter comfort.
Tomorrow
the serpent – A duty to pay.
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