Splendour in the Grass

What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

– William Wordsworth

terrorist attack in New Zealand

Yesterday afternoon i was watching TV and the news suddenly came on about a terrorist attack in Christchurch. 50 people were innocently shot in two Mosques by one man. And 48 people had been injured. Since it had just happened the only footage was of multiple ambulances arriving at emergency hospital.

I had to ‘pinch’ myself to realize this wasn’t America, or some horrendous suicide bombing in Syria.

Christchurch was devastated by earthquakes in 2011. And now this.

I was particularly impressed by the Prime Minister of New Zealand, and how she used all the right words to express herself.