When I published Tuesday’s blog post, I was unaware of the Robb Elementary School shooting in Uvalde, Texas. I have been burying my head in the sand because the recent news cycle has been far from heartening. I learned about the loss of 19 children and two teachers in an early morning meeting. I sat through the meeting sick to my stomach and overwhelmed with grief.
I thought about the appropriateness of the poem I shared Tuesday—especially its title, “The World Is Wild.” Any world in which an 18-year-old, a child himself, can purchase an assault weapon is out of control. I wondered how I would have crafted that poem had I written it Tuesday; I wondered if I would have been able to find the words.
There are times when the words weigh so heavily in my spirit that no amount of lifting can bring them to the surface. This does not feel like a time for poetry. Or a time for song. The only thing I can feel is a slow, long, moan–a deep gut sound that vibrates and sways and rattles the grief out of the soft and hard to reach places.
Our country seems oriented toward violence. Far too often the targets are innocent individuals minding their business and living their lives. And worse, far too often the targets are children wide-eyed with wild wonder and little clue about the dangers that lurk in dark, dark hearts.
It is mind-numbing to know that children are taught to run and hide in case of an active shooter, that teachers who are trained to educate must also be prepared to protect students from gun violence and even take a bullet for the children they are trained to educate. Why is that?! Why do school buildings become a one-sided war zone for twisted souls with a vendetta and time to kill?
I have no words. I have only the admonition to hold your babies close and hold the individuals who have lost their babies and loved ones close in your heart. Including the family of the perpetrator. They are hurting and grieving too.
The words below are the closing lines of a blues poem I wrote during my sophomore year in college. They are appropriate for this moment.
from “Nobody Told You to Be a Fool”
Chandra Lynn (Age: 20)
Just go to sleep, honey; rock your precious child;
Just close your eyes and rock that tiny child—
Protect that baby’s innocence; find comfort in his smile.
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We do not let 18 year olds buy alcohol in our country why in the world would we let them buy guns
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Right!
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The grief and frustration and anger go on and on. Every week there is another mass shooting. If our children are not safe in their schools, then we must act to change this! Congress must act to change this! Grief and sympathy are not enough! Thank you for sharing this blue post.
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Certainly not enough! We’ve got to act to create change.
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🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
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Yes…much prayer and action…
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Thank you for sharing!!.. hopefully with today’s technology people can come together and better communicate and make changes so this world is a safer place and happiness will replace the blue.. “Change will not come if we wait for some other person, or if we wait for some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.” ( Barack Obama )… 🙂
Until we meet again..
May flowers always line your path
and sunshine light your way,
May songbirds serenade your
every step along the way,
May a rainbow run beside you
in a sky that’s always blue,
And may happiness fill your heart
each day your whole life through.
(Irish Saying)
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Here’s to hope…
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The news shook us all from far away. It’s so sad and so illogical. I feel so sad for the families and the loss. Thanks for dedicating this post to the children we lost. You are kind, Chandra. ❤
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