When terrible things happen, we bow our heads to mourn and pray, as is only right.
We can also remember that this world still has beauty, and the majority of its people want to love and show kindness.
Walk lightly.
Be kind.
Love.
Morning is coming.
God’s Grandeur
by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1877)
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
1000 Fields of Roses 