Not Even An Amen
Not even an "Amen"
Babies cried, children bled
mother's fell, families splintered,
hymns ended, bibles held
Nightmares became
not something to wake up from,
but something to wake up to
Sunday morning wept dark
neath a bright November sun
as doors burst open
and repetitive noise silenced everything
No time for prayers,
no time to run,
When the smoke cleared
not a sound was heard...
not even an "Amen"
The massacre at the First Baptist Church in Sutherland Springs, Texas happened 3 miles from my home. A typical warm Sunday morning was no more. Heartbreaking and horrific.
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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