<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div class="">How?</div><div class=""><br class="">How can I walk out today<br class="">into a freshly rain-washed world<br class="">of sun, blue sky, and temperate air<br class="">delighted to be alive<br class="">when only last night I was weeping<br class="">as a man on the news <br class="">sat, in the rubble of his home<br class="">rocking back and forth, crying <br class="">as he tenderly cradled the limp bodies <br class="">of his wife and child<br class="">as if with each draw and release he was asking <br class="">heaven to abandon or to take him, too?<br class=""><br class="">Who did this?<br class="">Who set the stage <br class="">for the desperation<br class="">the fear and anger <br class="">that rained destruction<br class="">upon those least able <br class="">to save themselves?<br class=""><br class="">Who<br class="">by saying nothing<br class="">when <i class="">no <br class=""></i>might have been sufficient <br class="">to bend the arc <br class="">in a gentler direction . . .<br class=""><br class="">Who turns away <br class="">from a stranger’s loss<br class="">knows it cannot be un-felt <br class="">yet tries to carry the pain<br class="">as if it were an inconvenience <br class="">merely a hollow place in the heart<br class="">on a bright morning of sun<br class="">blue sky, and temperate air?</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>- Karl Frederick<br class=""><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;" class=""><br class=""></span></div></div></body></html>