To Emily
Sweet, blonde and blue-eyed,
She was the apple
Of her parents’ eyes.
She was also
The vague and sickening
Dream
Of a murderer,
A molester
Of violent mean.
When will the pain
Of that terrible day
Dissipate finally;
Go permanently away?
“Never,” is the cry of the winds
Through time.
Emily’s face,
Her beauty, her grace,
Must never die,
Her heart shall survive
In the kindness
Her family has asked
To be done in her name.
Though this was a moment
Of unsought fame,
Emily’s face and Emily’s name
Burn forever,
A flame of pain
And suffering.
The loss of a laugh,
A hug, a tear,
A daughter’s life torn
From her parents’ arms
And hearts.
A living fear engrosses
All of those who remain,
But Emily’s heart cries out
For a triumph through this pain
And suffering, she would have it unbind
Our hearts in acts
Generous and
Randomly kind.
Ten Little Girls All In a Row
Ten small girls
In a quivering line
At the head of the class
But this was not
What the madman wanted
So he shot them
One by one
Then killed himself
Blood and death
All over the place
Five little girls died
Have gone before
While five more stand
Waiting hand in hand with Death
Who will win this struggle?
Five are still alive
But will they survive; live to smile again?
The other five are with God today
Placed in the lap of
Mother Earth
They will spend Eternity
Snuggled together in the
Heart of God
Forever safe
From blood and madmen
Forever safe from fear
Another family mourns
And does not understand
What took hold of their father
He was not “that sort” of man
Forgiveness has been given
Although mothers will be looking
For children home from school for years to come
He took those girls from their loving homes
And left his own children none
There is grief in the United States these past two weeks. Though not enough to completely distract us from war and duplicitous politics and politicians. Is it any wonder there is still a death penalty anywhere on this planet? Is it any wonder people are learning to live in fear and that it is exactly what politicians and big business moguls want for us? Fear makes large crowds easier to control and allows corruption on a national level to flourish just as violently as the insanity of three vicious madmen (I include the fifteen-year-old here, too) who targeted little girls, young women, and non-violent unarmed men. They took the cowards way out of life and left devastation and heartbreak in their wake. In my book they have no names. The Amish community has set an example that should really make all of us think about what we believe and how we choose to practice those beliefs. If the New Testament scriptures are correct about "the meek shall inherit the earth" I think the Amish are by far in the lead in any race of that sort. Their example of forgiveness in the face of the unforgiveable is more of a blessing to this world than any of us may now realize. With violence and hatred proliferating at every turn and daddies going crazy and shooting little girls the Amish have given us hope through their grief and the intensely painful loss of several of their young, beautiful daughters. My heart is with all of the parents and families who were deprived of their loved ones so horribly these past two weeks. My tears are not only for all of them, but also for myself, this world, and the heart of God, which surely must be breaking.
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