Blank canvas

Bombings. Kidnappings. Plane crashes.
Or a kitten wrestling a string?
There's no contest.
I have to pace myself with real-life horror.
Even the single still image announcing a beheading video
floods me with panic.
Empathetic overload.
We all feel it ...
just not enough.
More cat videos, please.  
A week ago, I watched scenes from a suspected ISIS bombing.
Three minutes, 11 seconds of bodies and blood.
Babies screaming.
What's my human homework?
Disbelief.
Nauseated sorrow.
Anger.
And so there you have it.
Terror is teaching us to fear.
Then to hate?
Mission accomplished.
Hatred loves company.
Hope is an art that we dare not behead.
A daily discipline of
experimentation,
perspective
and vision.
In collaboration,
the dove is colorful revenge.
Peace is a blank canvas bravely waiting.