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

#mantrasfortherestofus