If it pains me, I wonder how much you bled because of this tragedy.  How you weep because your children have lost sight of your love and succumbed to their weakness.  How painful is it for you to witness your children killing one another or watching a child of yours hurt or kill his brothers.  My tears are falling now but you must be crying a river.  Maybe that is why it rained hard today.  To show us how hurt you are with what is happening.  Each drop of rain is your tear pouring on us all.  Each raindrop for each drop of blood that shed.  The lightning and thunder reminding us to prepare for what is to come, to repent for our sins and stop hurting one another.  Show me how I can ease your pain.  Show me how I can make up for the pains that you have experienced because of us.  How can I console you?  My arms are open wide, ready to comfort you.  My heart is waiting for you, aching to see you smile.

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