It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Friday, July 20, 2012

Is there ever an answer?

In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.  ~Robert Ingersoll
 To my cousin Janice and her family.
To the people of Aurora, Colorado. 

To all those who lose their lives to violent death.


Brian Miller said...

no there is not...i dont know how to make sense of things when they seem so senseless...and why becomes a dangerous question because we can not answer it...

Velva said...

There are never answers to violent deaths.


joanne said...

no answers, just sadness and silence...and prayers.

Madeline's Album said...

My prayers go out to all who have experienced a violent crime and those who also have experienced the lose of a loved one due to natural causes. Have a blessed day. Madeline

Kerry O'Gorman said...

It's all very incomprehensible...I try to live my life loving and peacefully and struggle to understand how life can be so and light to you in these dark times.

Suz said...

that is a beautiful quote
and answer... to why