Coming up empty,
Trying to search for the words.
Evil in man,-
Can be cruel and absurd.
News so devastating,
You can’t bear to look.
My heart fell to the floor,
For those lost at Sandy Hook.
There’s no way to explain,
Words seem so small.
Surely The Lord needs Angels,
-But it’s hard to prepare for his call.
As we attempt to make sense,-
Of such heart wrenching grief.-
Don’t let the devil blind you,
Angel wings only spread with belief.
Pray for the lost,
Give a shoulder to those who remain.
Remind them to join together,
That’s the only way to fight the pain.
Such young souls,
Who should’ve had so much life ahead.
It’s hard to understand,
That our creator had larger plans instead.
Twenty innocent children,
And six courageous teachers.
We’ve already forgotten the shooter’s name,
But we’ll never forget the fallen’s features.
We’ll never forget their smiles,
We’ll never forget their faces.
We’ll never forget to believe,-
-That they’re all in better places.
Their own personal heaven,
Guarding us from up above.
The devil will always try to spread his hate,
-But he’s still no match for love.
Sorrowfully written for those lost in the heinous Sandy Hook tragedy. Sending strength to all of those affected. My heart goes out to all of you.
Dawn Lafferty Hochsprung
Madeline F. Hsu
Catherine V. Hubbard
Ana M. Marquez Green
Anne Marie Murphy
Allison N. Wyatt
“Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep”- An Irish Prayer
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there… I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow…
I am the diamond glints on snow…
I am the sunlight on ripened grain…
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of gentle birds in circling flight…
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there… I did not die…