I’m sitting in a favorite spot tonight–home–on my back porch. We have had a ton of rain and the frogs and crickets are competing. There’s a concert happening.
Just a few seconds of Sunday silence and nature’s song from a TX backyard.
How can such peace carry with it a sadness? Tonight, it does.
I think of people who woke a day ago and called a friend or two, gathered some dollar store torches, spewed hate onto the streets of Charlottesville. They are responsible for the loss of life. Humans who won’t get to hear the sweet sounds I’m hearing tonight.
I struggle with the hate some people carry inside themselves. I feel it myself because I want to grab these extremists and shake them, slap them, scream at them.
How can a human being go so far down a wrong path? How can anyone stand by and let them continue?
My heart is heavy tonight, and that is rare for me. I truly feel the hate in our world. I feel it like a weight upon my soul.
I think of the innocents who will never enjoy the freedom I enjoy tonight. I think of the ones who hate so soundly they have never been truly free– and will never be.
Hate is poison. We cannot be silent in the face of it.
My words are not eloquent tonight. I am tired. Hate wounds us all, even when we are far from it. It changes us, and we must fight against it at every opportunity.
No more hate.