Dallas

My heart is painfully tattered, rent asunder like my grandmother's old sheets-ragged and torn.  Last night's rampage in Dallas has left me reeling; stunned by man's inhumanity to man.

I cannot pretend to know what it is like to be a person of color living in today's world, but the empathetic pain  I feel is visceral.  Nor do I fully comprehend the valiance of those who vow to serve and protect even in the worst of circumstances, though my gratitude and admiration are deep.

The ugliness, spite, and hatred found in this imperfect world seems to feed on itself, whether it be racism, injustice, politics, religion, sexual orientation,  or just plain evil.  Media is rife with sensationalized reports of all the wrongs in the world, and none of the rights.

Here is what I do know:  I vow to gather up the pieces of my wounded heart, and once again patch it together, piece by ragged piece.  It will be frayed; weaker in some parts than others.  It will be hurt;  it may be frightened, even intimidated.  But I promise you this:  it will spread love.  In thought, word, and deed my heart will beat the drum of love, because at the end of the day, love is what will save us.