I blinked at the news when I heard about the slaughtered innocent in Paris.
Then I bit my lip and closed my eyes, sighing. It was late; why Paris?
Why this, I was tired when the news came on at 3:00 AM in the morning.
I did not know why I just happen to wake up when the news came on.
Coincidence maybe. But it really gave me a sense of deep loss and longing.
All I really wanted was to hear that this wasn’t real and maybe a cup of hope or anything…
I laid still next to him. There we stayed and crouched down. Then, next to us were the doggies.
I tilted my head to his side, trying to figure out just why this violence was happening.
Wondering why France as if was in my house, and why so close to our home.
It wasn’t like the terrorist had been given a reason that they could just waltz into a peaceful loving nation whenever they liked…
But civilians and peaceful and at that and in Paris.
“No” I mumbled, drawing out in silence. A prayer for Paris; hoping for peace; an end to hate.
And all around the world…all I wish is for everyone to love another.