I wrote this not long after the Fort Hood shooting occurred.
Dawn
The sun has set within the walls of these distressed souls
No fragment of the light that once was can be seen through the pain that quakes within their livid spirits
God hears their infuriated cries and weeps with hot tears as he watches his children suffer
The mountain that stood before them stands now as a pile of ashes that steams with the heat of tragic malice and brutality
The question that many have resting on their lips is now pouring out like an angry flood
Why?
The answer to this we may never comprehend
However there is something to be remembered
Tragedy is the blow that shakes our world and laughs in the face of everything good
But the love and warmth that follows is the dawn of the next lovely day
Dawn
The sun has set within the walls of these distressed souls
No fragment of the light that once was can be seen through the pain that quakes within their livid spirits
God hears their infuriated cries and weeps with hot tears as he watches his children suffer
The mountain that stood before them stands now as a pile of ashes that steams with the heat of tragic malice and brutality
The question that many have resting on their lips is now pouring out like an angry flood
Why?
The answer to this we may never comprehend
However there is something to be remembered
Tragedy is the blow that shakes our world and laughs in the face of everything good
But the love and warmth that follows is the dawn of the next lovely day
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