My World Monday: Newtown

My heart aches for the families

who lost their hearts

their bright lights

their hope for the future

their shining ones

in Newtown.

My heart aches for the children

in Newtown and elsewhere

that were robbed too young

of their innocence

of their trust that the world

is a safe place

that school is a place

for learning and friends

and buzz about Christmas.

I feel so impotent.

Yes, I signed the e-card for Newton,

but words are like dust 

at a time like this.

Nothing that can assuage the grief of those

who have had lives torn to shreds

by the evil actions of one who chose

to cast such a long shadow 

of hate and rage.

I dealt with the assault on my compassionate heart,

my mother love and instincts to protect,

 to make things right,

in the only way I could under circumstances

where no one has the power to make things right.

I created. All weekend.

Obsessively.

Chose to minimize my exposure

to the horror,

because -- unlike the citizens of Newton --

I have the luxury of doing that.

Art heals.

Not all at once.

Not quickly enough.

But it helps mend the broken pieces

bit by bit.