Newtown CT: For the Parents/For All of Us
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For the Parents, For All of Us
Tonight again we anguish
facing such grim news-footage,
our worst nightmare:
This morning, Twenty
of our small children were murdered
in their classroom.
Fires of horror burn our very core
of life, of love:
for each of us, it is our child.
This, the first night of forever
we go on, without them
not kissing their little heads goodnight.
Instead, we taste the burning face of hell.
But why? WHY?
No answer comes.
Just a thin cold sickle of crescent moon
hanging empty, silent over the black trees.
“O Come, O Come, Emmanuel!
We mourn in lonely exile here…..”
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“I AM the resurrection, and the Life” —Jesus
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Ruach 333, by Quilla 