Tuesday, May 23, 2017

The sad times of life. . . . . . . . .




Sometimes life is incredibly cruel and one has to pause and question.
Just a week ago, strolling through the Baroque town of Noto, Sicily,
 completely destroyed by the terrible 1693 earthquake, and then rebuilt, 
I found my name carved into an ancient wall. 


Today I pray parents find their lost children, can speak their names,
 and hold them close.



7 comments:

  1. Your post is lovely. It's a shame that the subject matter is once again that of senseless acts by cowards who want only to harm and instill fear. Politicians talk big but no one can ever understand the mind of a mad man. The world just gets crazier. :(

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    1. Tammy, one is almost afraid to face each new day when such terrible news comes in a flash. The children, the sweet and innocent children, I can hardly look at those faces without tears falling.
      Mary -

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    1. Thank you Mike - my heart is breaking reading about all this.
      Mary -

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  3. As a parent, my heart just breaks for the parents whose children are lost .. as a human, my heart burns with anger and the need for someone to answer this atrocity with full might and force and with all of the FREE World behind them.

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  4. I'm reading about the missing children - and parents - and the horribly injured too, in today's Guardian article. It definitely is an atrocity. You are so right Candice.
    Mary -

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  5. It makes me think of the horrible tragedy of the London high rise except in some ways, even worse, in that we know Manchester and the Bridge incident were deliberate acts of , murder, mayhem, and terror.

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