the air was crisp and cool,
not unlike
any other sleepy morning...
until finality slithered in.
our days,
filled with endless
orders and demands
that don't amount
to a hill of beans,
useless paperwork
which flows like water,
came to an abrupt halt.
we listened...
the essence of evil
had entered
sandy's womb
and snatched
our children away.
she knew not
of his coming
and opened herself
to the vile deed
which ripped hearts
and shredded belief.
her souls
cried out for mercy
and sang false hymns
to shield angels
from the fury
contained
in a demonic wasteland.
sadistic eyes stared,
from an empty shell,
before darkness
consumed those
that fell
and the blood
of innocence
cried out to the heavens,
"why have thou forsaken us?"
concerning that day
and hour
we know not...
yet the mind of a madman
sealed fate,
delivering a personal hell
and memories
frozen in time.
can you hear them?
they weep.
long wails that rise
as wisps of smoke.
they yearn for the sound
of yesterday's promises
and a warm hug.
the thundering disciplinary voice's
and the comforting laughter
of friends...
gone in an instant.
they are no more,
still they are.
they belonged to newtown
yet they are ours
in spirit.
the tiny reminders
that life is precious
and we need look no further
than those we have been blessed with.
as you gather in the days to come,
remember them.
hear their giggles
on the cool breeze
and lift them gently in prayer.
know that the delusion
contained at the end of a barrel
meant nothing.
what he saw as death
was the beginning
of compassion
and understanding
forever.
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