thoughts after the car bomb that happened somewhere today

help me grasp the weight of understanding and fear
among the weeping everyman
infiltrating peace
like the pale horse of St. John
I look back and wonder where the straight lines of grace will go
drawing blood is the craft of God’s redemption
and as this vision is real,
we enter the thresholds of malls
and gaze through satellites
looking for distraction
something screaming inside is ignored
and we medicate through life’s peril
seeking security (man’s downfall)
I too am often drawn to hopes gone
I ride the waiting and tides of disconnect
when beauty is cast off
(forgive me (precious One))
this important mystery holds my attention
::coming kingdom::
like the dazzling zephyrs of primordial creation
and light (strong and true)
split the unknown into space, time and distance
belief, carry me today when knowing disappears
let the iloveyou echoing from distant gardens
saturate my broken world
beyond the bleeding child (now orphaned)