Night stretches thin,
like a stare seeing clearer than yesterday but maybe more lost than then when night felt contained by good warm day.
Not so. Maybe not for a while.
Definitely not during those nights now and ahead lingering lonely, not able to be chased away by the brightest of memories and the strongest of smiles. No, they will hurt and break and not belong.
The world will move on without them and they will float carried by tears that feel like waves and questions that feel like fire.
And always, why slivers in.
Those are brothers, fathers, mothers, sisters and friends in Oklahoma, just as they were in Boston, here in Texas and in every breaking moment around the world. Tragedy comes close, so close that it sometimes breaks through disrespectful of words like promise and safety and goodness.
. . . continuing this post at A DEEPER FAMILY
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