FIRE AND ICE - The World Is Still Here even as the bells rings in Newtown

Wind-strewn, tree branch buckled,
black dawn—the first day of winter, the last day on the Mayan calendar and the
world is still here, barely. Electricity out all night but back on –for now.
Twenty-six church bells for the victims of the senseless mass shooting in
Newtown, Connecticut. Everyone asking ‘why’ and what happens if there is no
answer to ‘why?’ I keep coming back to the serious mental illness of this
shooter, of Tucson’s, Aurora’s as much as I do to the easy access to military
assault weapons. Though on guns: Why does anyone outside of law enforcement
need to own a semi-automatic anything? Why?

And why did no one try to help this
sick young man – we now flag kids who need extra educational resources and
support them; we now mainstream physically and developmentally challenged
students; we have interventions for kids who abuse drugs. But we let young men
in their late teens and early 20s and who are most likely showing signs of suffering
from serious mental illness have target practice or buy guns? Is this how the
world ends?  
Or, (because I have to end on
beauty not pain) as the great American poet Robert Frost asks does it end in
fire or ice?    
Fire and Ice By Robert Frost 
Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.     --
 
Thoughts and prayers to all the Newtown families -- 

Truly, author of LIE