Mantras For The Rest of Us


I have no words for the grief I feel The grief felt by the NZ Mosque shootings All I feel is guttural- Deep grief Deep rage Deep loss I scroll through the faces of all the people. Read their names. And bits of their stories. I know nothing about the shooter and hope to keep it that way. I hold the names- scared The smiles- sacred The stories- sacred I see the faces- they are sacred We keep losing globally! We keep losing- Mothers Fathers Sisters Brothers Children Aunts Uncles Grandmothers Grandfathers Friends Lovers The loss is a chasm deep and wide. It is not only a loss for the Muslim community it is a loss for the world community. We need each other Every story Every song Every meal Every greeting Every embrace What are we with out Each other