It's early morning, and sun drips through the window blinds, golden like honey from the hive.
I find fullness.
In early morning Bread of Life. In the sleepy snuggles of a toddler. In the soft kiss to my forehead from my husband. And in the sweet good morning greeting from a preschooler.
In a simple moment I leave the sweetness of serenity in my house, going outside of these four peaceful walls by way of Facebook via iPhone, and my heart is drenched in calamity.
Thirteen people killed by a gunman during a midnight movie premier.
There are more headlines promising to take me further into deeper the rising floods of chaos.
But I can't read anymore.
I sit in the gentle quiet of my kitchen.
Like clothes on the line
drenched in last night's rain
prayers drip from my lips
asking for full Sunlight
to dry the tears,
say enough is enough.