Stunned.
Quiet.
Speechless.
Weeping.
Where are you, God?
Oh-I see. Operating in the best of human agency
people running
grieving fathers in cowboy hats
rescue rushing to the undeclared battle
Hate
wells up to jog me out of a shocked stupor
fight or flight
I let it simmer in me.
And poured it onto my friends
an offer to manually liberate a coward's tiny testicles
grim humor
from a twice broken heart
Hate only destroys
separates
Love multiplies
redeems
receives
reconciles
Love covers a multitude of my sins, too.
So what to do with the hate and the anger?
Call it what it is
Own up to it
Call out for help
talk it out
run it out
pray it through
know it will swing around and revisit you again
do not let hate isolate you
it will kill you
your world will become too small
and your only response
will be to return hate
with bitter
anger
and violence.
"Do not let the bastards keep you down."
Don't allow hate to win the day.
Remember the exhausted runners
volunteers
national guard men and women
firefighters and police officers
the spectators
family
who ran to the battle.
Kindness certainly does outrun
outweigh
outnumber
hate.
If it's hard to not hate
ask for help
Nothing is wasted
in God's economy.
He is neither republican nor democrat
pro-life or pro-choice
runner or couch potato
rich or poor
He is not sleeping.
We are not alone in this world.
