When weeks like these come frequently
There is no time to feel
We wake up in a world
We cannot recognize as real
Our common heart is wounded
And there seems no way to heal
They tell us where it happened
Do we know someone there?
We’re safe and far away
Somehow we know that isn’t fair
We find a quiet corner and
We say a quite prayer
Our day to day dilemmas
Suddenly seem small
We wonder, from normality
How far can people fall
We find ourselves uneasy
At the movies or the mall
Then bit by bit our conscious
Seeks to minimize the threat
It works back through the pages of
The local post-gazette
For what we cannot fix
We all endeavor to forget
This time it will be different
We’ll give someone the blame
We’ll cast around and find ourselves
Someone we can shame
But as it has before, I fear
It all comes out the same
Unless…we take our suffering
And meet it face to face
And in our search for wisdom
Accept this awful grace
