Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
I am writing this the day after 14 people were killed in San Bernardino, days after 2 were killed in a restaurant in South Sacramento, a week after 3 people were killed in an abortion clinic in Colorado Springs and three weeks after the coordinated terror attacks in Paris that killed 130. There have been 351 mass shootings in the U.S. so far this year. These numbers are staggering. The constant news of killings is frightening. This is a terrifying time. Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world and seems to be growing and getting closer to home.
There also seem to be few voices of hope. Whatever conviction the best may posses, it is drowned out by the worst who are full of passionate intensity.