For Sandy Hook
We listened in horror.
There was no making sense.
The pain one lost soul
causes with an act of violence.
Lives change in one moment –
one moment of the day.
Unspeakable loss –
there are no words to say.
Maybe we could find solace
and quiet the very many cries
if we could peek at the school before
it all began with our spiritual eyes.
Perhaps, among the students
and the teachers gathered there
another group waited –
patiently waited with care.
Dressed in brilliant white robes
unseen by the likes of me or you
they were heavenly messengers –
volunteers with a job to do.
Some of them were probably anxious
for they knew what was to start.
They knew the children would be afraid
for they would have to part.
That heavenly host welcomed
twenty tender hearts that day.
And six brave heroes
they helped along the way.
Among the heavenly host
I’m sure there were familiar faces –
our loving friends and mothers
gone too soon from their places.
And I’m sure there were those
that we know have a special touch –
all our beloved grandmothers
we miss so very much.
And I like to imagine
my own dear mother there
and that makes missing her
a little easier to bear.
For all those families
who feel the loss and the hurt
I pray for you. I pray for healing.
I pray for you to find some comfort.
All those tiny angels wait for you
and are now surrounded by love –
don’t worry, they are in good hands
in their new homes up above.

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