Senseless Death, Endless Grief

15 Dec

Kenn ShapiroPerhaps, in days to come, as time blunts the shock and the horror of it all–perhaps then we’ll find a way to address, thoughtfully, the hows and the whys of yesterday’s tragedy (and the far-too-many similar tragedies that preceded it).  But not today.  Not for me, at least.  Today, not merely as a parent, but as a human being, I hear only the words of W. H. Auden:

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

For now, there is nothing more to say.

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