Comfort is not in Need of Noise!
There are simply too many homes today where the light has been prematurely extinguished; where the bright eyes of innocence have settled softly before their time; where the scurrying feet of laughter is hushed in the silent pain of dying mothers and fathers. And we have nothing with which to console their loss, but for the insufficient sorrow spilling from the pain of our own hearts.
In the weeks which follow this heart rending tragedy, the question will be asked, it will be begged from us, knowing that we haven’t the answer. What is wrong with this country? Hypothetical’s, opinions and conjecture will fill our evening news, but, the discussions will wane in time, unanswered. As today fades into enough tomorrows, today’s tragedy will fade like an evening sun looking for the horizon .
Discussions on gun control, diminishing social services to the mentally handicapped, violence on television, video games, a seemingly escalating, angry, America and accusations of a Godless people will all compete for fault. The answers will beg continued loyalty from their respective legions and argument will decorate an already angry America.
This isn’t the time for argument, for rage and anger, for raising the banner of fault or for an emotionally charged country to engage in retaliatory remedy. It is time to turn our attention to reflection, to collective grieving; to stillness in the absence of candlelight extinguished by an angry wind. It is time to let our collective spirit surrender alongside the mounting anguish of disconsolate parents trying to reconcile life’s unanswerable question; why?
Today, an American media is their enemy, an unwarranted intruder invading the invisible collapse of lives, which a few days ago, were comprehensible. In the weeks that follow, the media will ask relentlessly for our complicity, for our anger and for our patronage. We will either accompany their theatrics or we will quiet our hearts and still the angry wind. We will either fill our collective heart with a complicit anger or, we will make effort to grieve together and leave questions for another day.
Today, there are the inconsolable hearts of parents living between the poles that cradle life and loss. Fault will not ease their pain today nor remedy the unanswerable why that comes to claim its place in the dying heart.
Today, those hearts are in need of more from us than argument and disagreement; they are in need of solitude, of space, of stepping back and being still. They are in need of time to grieve, to cry, to break and to resolve. It isn't that anger dose not have a place, but, it needs to wait its turn. Today isn't about us or politics or causes. It is about lives running out of tears. Perhaps we can share our tears with them for just a while. Today is for listening to the dying of a heart. Its only cause today, to find a way to live another day.