In Prayers and Sorrow
Are any of our number in Britain? I’m not even sure, though I think not. It doesn’t matter, we have all been attacked again this morning, we have all been wounded. My daughter sits crying, dialing number after number in London, as so many she knows may have been in Kings Cross during rush hour. I was there myself a year ago. London seems precious and beloved this morning. The skies of Oregon are filled with soft, grey rain.
Grace and blessings be upon this place of rest and respite. It is more tangible, more genuine, authentic and REAL than we will ever fully understand.
posted by Unknown @ 8:58 AM
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This is so sad, so tragic. I will never understand why some put such a low value on a precious human life.
Bobbi
In streets I have walked
the mothers are weeping
Where we met and we talked
the fathers cry out
In the houses of my people
the children are dying
The old god has risen
and once again
Revenge is our ruler
and pain his payment
I cry out for remembrance
for the love
and for all of the dear ones
Fran
The old god has risen
and once again
Revenge is our ruler
and pain his payment
Well put, Fran.
All too true....
I'm crying, too, Winnie. I haven't been able to concentrate on much else since the news broke. As someone raised and educated in Wales, I am British to the core and feel deeply for the people of London. Although I no longer personally know anyone in London, I feel those injured and worse are my friends. Their wounds are my wounds and their deaths are to be mourned. Although I am now a US citizen, being British born makes them my countrymen. They are our allies and when they bleed so do we.
Vi
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