(Besides, anyone writing about the horror of one Friday in one city must also rightly mention Beirut, Baghdad, Syria, domestic violence, child abuse, bullying, animal exploitation - all the cruelty and hatred people bring upon this world, all the suffering and grief we universally experience. It's the same tangled story, and while I don't deny we need it told, shouted, wept, I say we need gentle wild tales too, for the healing of broken things.)
Today I went a long way in the rain. I watched it fall in a field of wildflowers and drift through old soft trees. The world was beautiful. (And the world was wracked with pain.) Let me give you long, shimmering grass, and the wistful drape of leaves, and all the gentle comfort of morning rain. I hope you may get from it peace and love.
I like what David Spangler says: "We can turn our lives into an ongoing peace treaty, a source of love, understanding, and compassion for the other." That is what I choose to offer here; the choice itself is my statement about evil and darkness.