... Quest for words...

Millions of people.... Roaring...roaming, laughing.. Crying... Searching... grieving...  This world, this state...this town... right now seems too full of heartache, loss, illness..  Amber alerts, kidnapping, Westboro, candlelight vigil, senseless actions.

Our community always staggers in rebellious shock when tragedy strikes. Danger lurks then along roads once friendly..  Mothers tuck the sheets of denial tight around the bedsides of children, no matter how grown up...

In Missouri cities, and anywhere, monsters pose as teachers, coaches.. And the unthinkable pushes its ugly head into our conscious mind. Many of us hide our desperate fear in random, far flung moments of abandon, in conscious efforts to look another way.

But we cannot turn away when those we love have lost a part of their hearts... Then we tremble, grow cold, wish for nameless blessings. Life, that fragile, golden thread... It holds the souls. It holds the joy. It spills forth in celebration, but it ravages in spite of all our clutching..

There is a God, but... Blessings blend with trauma, illness, accidents, and heart-clutching fears. What if?.... And no one dares to name it.

My friend lost her son this morning on a curve right by my house. There are no words, but the poet soul keeps searching for them anyway.