Seems senseless to have to post this in a category of Life . . . when, in fact, it is about the very cruel and savage taking of lives. We cannot afford this loss. Dedicated to the lost teens of the Littleton, Colorado, high school shooting rampage. May you rest with God.
This poem originally was published in Poems on Life - Poems on Society
Columbine Crying
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I heard the beat of angels' wings, as if hurrying in their flight. The soft, but steady, whirring of angels in the night. They circled 'round Columbine High and waited for the nod. They gathered the souls of students. They were sent by God. They quickly found the children, took them gently by the hand, they carried your child to God; safe from this violent land. God spread the gates of Heaven wide. He bade the angels bring your child inside. The trumpets of Gabrielle's angels played a welcoming call. The angels of Columbine High are gathered now in Heaven's Hall. Rest ye' now your weary hearts. Let your teardrops fall. God now holds your children safe in Heaven's Hallowed Hall. See a star. Reach for the light. Your children are glowing in God's magic night. |
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