From Boston To Baghdad, My Heart Is Broken

     There are simply no words to express my feelings about what happened in Boston yesterday. There can never be words to express things like that because there are always too many emotions involved - sadness, anger, confusion. There are always too many questions - who? what? why?

     After the initial shock wears off, you begin to think about the people who were there, the ones who actually experienced the insanity and the horror of the situation. That's the worst part and it doubles once you flip on the news and you put yourself through the agony of watching the horror unfold - because you have to know, you need to know, what is going on and what the new developments are, whether or not they are confirmed. 

     It pains me even more to know that there is no corner of the world where people can simply walk in peace and just be with each other without hatred - and that people don't take the time out to read or research and know what's going on in the world. 

     Yesterday it was Boston and Baghdad, and unfortunately, tomorrow it may very be somewhere else in the world where something horrible will happen ... because it's become a daily occurrence in our lives. People around the world are dying, and being terrorized, and what are we doing to stop it? Can we do anything to stop it?

     What will you do to be the change this world needs?

Now I've been crying lately thinking about the world as it is. Why must we go on hating? Why can't we live in bliss? Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train. Oh peace train, take this country, come take me home again. (Peace Train, Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam)