Friday after Nine

Friday after Nine

 

Friday after nine, a day we'll ne'er forget.

A hushed silence descended on the nation.

Little angels, their lights forever snuffed out.

 

Weep with me brother, sister, mom and dad.

In my confusion, I can't cry.

I don't know what to do.

I can't do nothin' for the questions, they ...

Swirl my head dizzy.

 

Too soon, too soon a time to go,

into that gleaming light.

We ascend with laughter, reunited

with our Creator.

 

Little beings and tall beings, misty beings

dash around and around, ensconced in

peace, joy and aware that no weight is

carried here.

 

Oh grim reaper, your victory where?

Newtown, nation be consoled, his future's

written.

Your tears are gathered up in His hands

for a memorial.

 

I mourn now, we mourn, his love descends

embracing everyone, closely.

Can you hear his heart beat?

A soft, almost muffled sound that's sure.

 

Wicked king in the dust, where is your power?

A little angel cannot be silenced, they speak

more loudly... from beyond the grave.

They are playing a fun game now, as they

hold little hands and go round and round in circles.

Little smiles potent, on little beaming faces, their song

echoes in the air.

 

Sleep little ones, play a while

no one can hurt you now.

 

 

 

12/17

21H18

Beaufort, NC

A tribute and in memory of those who tragically lost their lives in Newtown, Connecticut.