…How Many Deaths Will It Take…
On this April day in 2017, dew on the petals in my front yard captures me.
How beautiful. How fleeting. How fragile my life – the life of each person – in our world.
The juxtaposition of headlines rattles me:
chemical warfare / missile strikes
palm sunday processions / church bombings
passover preparations / hate killings
In the middle of the night, as I walk during the day, I search for any spark of insight, of hope.