So many miles that separate, but let us unite.
Let us be brave.
Please let us be brave.
In a whisper, let us be brave enough to feel.
I ask my own hardened heart to be opened and touched raw by tragedy and injustice; to awaken from its comfortable slumber with widened eyes, taking in the horror. For it is everywhere, and my callous heart has grown immune to the suffering of the world.
I confess: that I have to shut my eyes just to try to feel it. I have to cringe and clench my eyelashes just to conjure up the images, the emotion. Yet, this is real.
So I imagine my sister as one who sat in the concert hall; I imagine it was my friend who was taken hostage. Their blood on other people’s clothing. I try to enter into that place, just to try to understand the pain…
So many miles.
I pray, God- let us bear the weight and feel the burden for what has been so frightfully undone.