Ten years ago
We passed the church in Negombo.
It was a sleepy little place,
Where the pace of life was slow
On an island that had just found peace
After years of horror.
And now this.
I feel I am enshrouded in cotton wool,
But there is no comfort in that.
There is only numbness and sorrow.
But how can I speak of unspeakable things?
And what gives me the right to try?
Beautiful island, the shape of a teardrop.
Weep for Her.
Beautiful. And so sad
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Thank you. Just utterly awful.
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It is not just the horror of these attacks that boggles the mind, it is the futility. Other than lashing out in blind hatred, what is the point?
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Quite so. No one can possibly benefit from them.
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Well put.
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Thank you.
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Saddened by man’s inhumanity to man. When will they learn?
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I fear they never will, Mary. Thank you!
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Mick- agree. Humans are fashioned that way. Some are good; some are not. Mary Ann
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A very touching post, Mick. It is so sad, and so pointless. Sometimes I just don’t understand people.
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I don’t understand them, Ann. I really don’t.
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Well said.
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A good one Mick.
I always wonder about destiny. Does it exist?
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I couldn’t possibly say.
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