in dark arms of trees
sky burns her brightest candles
prayers slip through like clouds
i look up to the gathering light
which falls so evenly on us all.
there is no holding back,
no judgement,
or hesitation.
light simply enters us.
lifts our eyes forever upward
above the fray
of our shared brokenness.
reaches down into our darkest hours,
lights more candles, hangs more glory.
every new day since the beginning of time
repeats her flood of light and hope-
"wake up, wake up
wake up to love."
oh how i want us to wake up-
to a world where we protect the smallest and most
innocent among us.
where we stop the insanity of an
epidemic of gun violence.
where we choose safety and sanity over
assault weapons.
assault weapons-seriously-am i even writing this?
are we once again waking up in a world where our elected officials
choose a money making machine over the safety of its citizens?
seventeen beautiful souls.
tell them-tell their grieving anguishing parents, their broken class mates,
tell our heartsick country and the astonished world-
that life is more important
then the right to own a weapon of mass destruction.
i cannot even wrap my mind around this
recurring battle ground of loss.
seventeen beautiful souls
seventeen syllables of unspeakable loss
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