Author: Reynolds, Suzanne

Boston
 

The country shakes its head again at horror within our midst. We are shocked and sickened and we feel the thread of fear of "where next?" and "when?" How scary has the world become since the days of log cabins and old home places. Sometimes it seems that we have lost the innocence of bluebirds and quilting parties and wildwood flowers, and no matter how many times we play the old tunes, reality pulls us to the present with its war and school shootings and, as of yesterday, another bombing. It is disheartening. We feel a core sadness when ugly terror shows itself once more.

But we need to remember that even the days of olde had their horrors and tragedies. There are old songs of murder and loss and, while not on the scale of the day's events, they still speak of the line of broken hearts that have been left in the wake of such evil and sickness. And we need to remind ourselves that, while there are those people who wish to instill fear in the heart of our country, there are many more people at any given time who rise to heroic levels as first responders, helpers, doctors and police officers and firemen and just everyday folks who turn to those in need at a moment's notice. There are generous souls who offer their homes or their phones or their food or even their blood to those in need. There are prayer chains assembled and hearts that turn away from daily life to focus a healing energy toward others who have been hurt and affected.

We are a human race. We have our seeds of sickness and hate but we have many more flowering spirits who strive each day to make the world a better place. There are far more tender and caring hearts than there are sociopaths, and there are many more peace-workers than there are those who would wreak havoc. In the midst of a catastrophe caused by a few there are many more brave persons who willingly roll up their sleeves and work to bring order within the chaos.

So no matter how astounding the disaster that faces us in today's world, there are no better "good ol' days." There is an each and every day where love abounds. There will always be a wealth of positive energy following a troubled attack and we can always turn to find someone who cares, who helps, who is there in a time of need.

So as we watch the horrific coverage of what happened in Boston, let us be reminded and reassured that there will always be a song that will eventually break from the heart to soothe a troubled world.
 
Posted:  4/16/2013



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