Hatred wont stop me patting the dog

By Peter Day

New York, London, Bali, Madrid, Israel, Beirut, Egypt, Nigeria, Sydney, Paris: on and on it goes, the list of nations and cities left bereft after yet another act of terror.

It puts ones inner-being out of whack; could even threaten to derail ones sense of humanity.

Where to from here in the face of such deep seated hatred and barbarity?

Where to from here as the canopy of powerlessness descends?

The dogs snoring in the sun next to my courtyard flyscreen

Must remember to keep patting him.

Must remember to keep hugging those I love.

Must remember to keep washing the dishes.

Must remember to keep my head down at golf.

Must remember to keep in mind that people are worth it.

Must remember to sit quietly with the Beloved.

Must remember not to let daily acts of terror undermine simple daily acts simple daily acts of love.

Peter Day is a Catholic Priest in Canberra.