A Vigil

Written by: Carol Eastman

December 14th a cold evil wind was in Play… From what had started to be a most beautiful day. It struck at the heart of Newtown, Connecticut Twenty children and seven adults were struck. The families grieve as the horror unfolded. A nation also grieves and mourns with all those souls. Candles will be lit, in vigils for all those slain. No one will forget there were twenty-seven names. Heroes, first responders, the news of the day… Can never bring back what has gone away. Tears and sadness have griped us all in their hands. We hold our dear loved ones, as together we stand. Children taken from loved ones… to angels they go. Sadness and tears, laid many a strong one low. We pray to God to now protect them in heaven above. As we sit here weeping, candle in hand, for all those loved. …………. Echoes of voices on a playground flow Families now childless with no where to go Children torn from their families, now angels bestowed Teachers and Principals followed as heroes, they strode Oh God, we feel so alone as church bells toll It could have been ours, which death stole Lives have been shattered by the mentally ill Were guns the cause? We’ll debate still Disbelief turned to grief for those left behind Tears from a nation as hands intertwined Vigils with candles, as a nation knows no one can win Stuffed animals are left as grief settles in, A biter pill to see the destruction inflicted It doesn’t come with answers and can’t be predicted Only tearful cries as the lost are interned As we await the next event to turn