Kinds of Honey

Japan. Lives and homes disappearing into earth and sea.

The Middle East awash in riots. My mother’s childhood home.

These are places I have never visited – but the stories of others have drawn them into something vivid and nearly tangible for me. There are scenes of pools in Lebanon, hiking paths to temples in Asia. Flowers, foods. Communities. People.

So much loss, fear, anger, despair.

Everyone has something to say. The footage of course says the most.

I can only say a little about things so far away, things so big, things I don’t know enough about.

And it is but a wish: that grieving, troubled, distraught spirits would find a moment of calm in all this horrid frenzy. That, there, they might gather remnants of hope.

And prayers go heavenward. Hands go to help. Funds are collected, sent forth.

Despite everything, good shall reign.

World. Be loved.