Sorrow So Profound

What if the death of any person anywhere hurled us into blackness a world of darkness we could not shun as if when that person was taken from this world someone permanently shrouded the sun. What if it led to a sadness so pervasive…even on the most beautiful days of Spring we cold not see the flowers bloom…we could not hear the songbirds sing. What if the death of any person anywhere threw us into a hole of sadness out of which we could not climb an anguish…a sorrow so profound…it could not be absorbed by time… What if the death of any person anywhere in the world hurled us into blackness a world of darkness we could not shun… Perhaps then we'd find a way to do away with wars, with bombs… with killing… with guns.