The stories of the students and teachers shot at Virginia Tech. yesterday rend the heart. What words make sense in light of something like this?
I have been a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife, a student, a teacher; all of us know what it means to be those things (or others like them) and to love the others bound to our hearts who make those roles real. So we all mourn together.
Though the green fields are my delight,
elegy is my fate. I have come to be
survivor of many and of much
that I love, that I won't live to see
come again into this world.
Things that mattered to me once
won't matter any more,
for I have left the safe shore
where magnificence of art
could suffice my heart.
(From "Requiem" by Wendell Berry)