My heart is heavy today. My thoughts sluggish.
I have no words to make sense of what happened in Newtown, Connecticut. I have no words to ease the pain and sorrow, the grief and confusion and sadness.
And so I pray.
I pray that we come to our senses.
I pray that we let go of anger, hatred, fear, whatever it is that would drive a young man, anyone, to kill innocent children, to kill anyone. No matter their age, whatever it is that makes sense for someone to do that, I pray we find a way through it that does not further the anger, hatred, fear or whatever it is that would drive a young man, anyone, to kill innocent children, to kill anyone.
I pray for our world so badly in need of healing. So desperately in want of peace. So hungry for love.
I pray for the lost lives, the children who died and their parents and families who are missing the one they love. I pray for the teachers, principal, the mother who died, the brother and father of this young man who walked into a school and did such a horrendous, incomprehensible thing. And I pray for this young man who did this, for he was lost. So incredibly, terrifyingly lost.
And in my prayers and grief, I recommit to do whatever it takes to create ripples of love, of kindness, caring, compassion. I recommit to being only that which I want to create in the world. And in my commitment, I vow to not let anger take hold. To not let hatred grow. To not let fear consume me. I vow to only be that which I want to create in the world; peace, hope, love and joy.
But first, to grieve. To let tears flow. To let sorrow weep. To let my heart beat in time with those for whom the pain and horror of this tragedy is real and all-consuming.