Bloody Church

The hand was a blur as it appeared holding a gun. I wanted to scream but my mind cried out run. Please don't shoot, I thought I have a family. Doesn't he know that this will be blasphemy. The gun looked huge in the young man's hand. The gunman was talking but I didn't understand. As the first shot was fired everything slowed down. I was amazed by the smell and the deafening sound. It didn't seem real but there was the blood. The sound of the body was a muffled thud. As the first bullet entered I thought of my wife. I love her more than I do my own life. This can't happen, not here not in this place. To kill in God's house is more than a disgrace. As vacant eyes stare up towards the ceiling, We'll all need to pray for the nation's healing. Scott Williams 11/1/15 Any sad poem Broken Wings