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SURELY Surely, bullets rend and wreck. Ripping through reality, Rendering innocence lost. They silence playful voices, Still small, active hands, Before their young words or work Can finish growing. Words and work that might have had healing in them For this old world. Bullets tear through a family, Leave them struggling to breathe. Grief knocks the wind clean out. Familiar words like “we” and “us” Are fractured beyond recognition. Little things like pajamas and backpacks, Once common and constant, Lie about tragically unused, Becoming heartrending monuments to the innocent. Surely, we can put a stop to this. Can we find no way to shelter These, our little ones, our future? Those who invest such trust in us, Who simply are where they are Because we told them so. Surely, we can find a way. And whether or not we can determine or agree upon Much about the nature Of the flawed and lost who rain down this terror, Can we not gather in and heal these hard broken Before they wander to such realms of disconnect, delusion That they cease to discern the sacredness of existence? Surely, we can. In such a wounded world as this, So in need of shelter and security, God protect the playful voices And the small, active hands. Watch over the innocent. Help us. Surely, we can do better. Surely, we must.
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
Surely
SURELY Surely, bullets rend and wreck. Ripping through reality, Rendering innocence lost. They silence playful voices, Still small, active hands, Before their young words or work Can finish growing. Words and work that might have had healing in them For this old world. Bullets tear through a family, Leave them struggling to breathe. Grief knocks the wind clean out. Familiar words like “we” and “us” Are fractured beyond recognition. Little things like pajamas and backpacks, Once common and constant, Lie about tragically unused, Becoming heartrending monuments to the innocent. Surely, we can put a stop to this. Can we find no way to shelter These, our little ones, our future? Those who invest such trust in us, Who simply are where they are Because we told them so. Surely, we can find a way. And whether or not we can determine or agree upon Much about the nature Of the flawed and lost who rain down this terror, Can we not gather in and heal these hard broken Before they wander to such realms of disconnect, delusion That they cease to discern the sacredness of existence? Surely, we can. In such a wounded world as this, So in need of shelter and security, God protect the playful voices And the small, active hands. Watch over the innocent. Help us. Surely, we can do better. Surely, we must.
I wrote this after the tragic elementary chool shooting at Sandy Hook, in Connecticut. I mean believe it with all my heart.
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kerry-peterson
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
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