A mother wonder.
Wonder why they child died from a senseless killing.

A brother or sister.
They wonder.
Wonder, why they now must bury their sister?
Maybe, a brother.

It's not that the world is more dangerous.
Or that the people has gotten more violent.

But one thing I do know.
We must love more.

We see upon the news violence every day.
And surprise that many tries to explain it away.
Without comprehending the extent of the problem.

Somewhere a problem existence.
Where it was simply overlooked by a few?

But one thing I do know.
We must love more.

We can't stop the ills.
Or every pain.
But we can trace the roots of many terrible things.
Least, before it becomes a castrophe.

We need to love more.
Through the hurt.
We need to love more.
Even at work.
We need to love more.
At home.

We just need to love more.

And watch the love within us grow.