No Poetry Today

Thin Blue Line Candle

The terrible events in Dallas have rendered me unable to write poetry these last few days. I am filled with anger and despair.

My son is a decorated police officer, a police academy instructor, an EMT, a former member of the Civil Air Patrol, and a United States Navy veteran.

He is a man born to a noble ethic who enthusiastically swore a somber duty to serve and protect his fellow citizens – ALL of them – regardless of race or creed or character.

My entire family shares the grief suffered by him and by all of his brothers-and-sisters-in-arms around the country, as a result of the cowardly acts of those utterly despicable Dallas assassins.

We pray that he stays ever alert – keeps safe – and remains undeterred from his mission. We are exceedingly proud of him – and deeply grateful for the service of everyone in uniform – all of whom are increasingly in harm’s way.

The American social fabric continues to shred against the sharp edges of malicious factions. And now, more than ever in tatters, appears unmendable.