I hear the news reports, ringing in my ears.
I see the devastation happening, blazing in my eyes.
I feel the unfathomable impact, weighted in my soul.
For days it has rendered me speechless. Unable to form a sound opinion, unable to gain reason. Grieving.
Grief, unbearable grief.
The lyrics of a song roll round and round in my mind.
Broke without breaking.
We are broken. So broken.
Our country. Our communities. Our lives.
The brokenness creeps closer and closer.
Not physically broken by an outside force, an internal breaking at our own accord.
From the inside out.
Broken without breaking.
The worst kind of broken.
Like a vase, still intact, on closer inspection reveals utter decimation.
Cracked in all directions.
Shattered on every surface.
Rived deeply within our core.
In the midst of my grief, I can only whisper, Father we need you.