4/15/13- Boston Marathon Bombings
“My life goes on, in
endless song. Above earth’s lamentation.
I hear a real though
far off hymn that yields a new creation.
No storm can shake my
inmost calm, while to that rock I’m clinging,
love be Lord
of Heaven and Earth…. How can I keep from singing?”
A loud bang breaks
the silence.
Screams erupt from
every direction.
One runner falls to
the ground, his seventy-eight year old legs unable to keep him up any longer after the
past four hours, nine minutes and forty-six seconds that they have carried him.
Volunteers in bright
lime green jerseys run away from the sound, moving to the other side of the
road.
A moment later
another blast comes from fifty to one hundred yards down the road.
Chaos.
Confusion.
Fear.
Watching the
television for around five hours, watching the news updates.
First a few were
injured.
Then ten.
Twenty.
A third controlled
explosion.
Decided as bombings.
Thirty.
The same clips and reels played again, and again.
And again.
Fifty.
Two more bombs found,
unexploded.
Ninety.
A press conference
with Head of the Fire Department and Governor.
One Hundred.
Are there more?
Helplessness.
Helplessness.
“My life goes on…”
Togetherness.
“In endless song…”
Wholeness.
“Above earth’s
lamentation…”
Reaching for hope.
Nobody died. Not yet.
Two are dead.
“No storm can shake
my inmost calm…”
Obama speaks.
“Is this an act of
terror?”
JFK Library fire.
“While to this rock I’m
clinging”
“Are these events
related?”
One hundred thirty
hurt.
Three dead.
One is an eight year
old.
Someone is being
questioned.
It is recognized as
an act of terror.
“… How can I keep
from singing?”
Taken by: Emma on 4/15.
