Sirens. I hate hearing sirens. I've always heard the sirens.
When I was in Catholic grade school, we used to stop and say a prayer for those involved in whatever accident or tragedy the sirens were heading to. I did that for a long time afterward.
I still send well-wishes their way, hoping everyone is all right and the damage can be helped or is minor.
But I hate hearing them.
I just heard sirens again. I'm sending good vibes to the Emergency Personnel to whatever scene they arrive on.
"There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken. There is a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable. There is a sorrow beyond all grief which leads to joy. And a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength. There is a hollow space too vast for words through which we pass with each loss, out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being." ~ RJD do not use without permission
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Sirens
Labels:
emergency personnel,
good vibes,
prayers,
tragedy,
trauma
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