In the Grip
Morning rises still
Tears of last night keep flowing
The open wound wakes.
The world watches us
Our faces, candles, flags wave
We mourn in spotlight.
Will peace ever come?
Hope, courage thrive in the day
But night renews fear.
Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku. Copyright: Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Image: Observing a moment of silence at the Le Carillon café from METRO . Photo Credit: AFP/Getty Images.