Saturday, December 15, 2012

Confused by the Massacre in Connecticut

How to be?
What to feel?
So hard to understand
When feelings roil and churn
Crash into each other
And then lay dead
A weight in the pit of my stomach.

The sadness and grief and confusion
Refuse to be reconciled.
With present joy and blessings
I can’t feel one
Without it being swept away
By the other.

Feelings of joy
And depths of gratitude
Flood my soul
When I watch
My grandsons play
Squealing with delight
Over little discoveries.

Feelings of sadness
Fear and guilt
Sweep away the joy
As I remember
Twenty little children
Who can no longer play

And parents and grandparents
Who will never
Watch their little ones
Make new discoveries
Or hear their shouts of joy
And laughter ever again.

1 comment:

Nan said...

Thanks for your thoughts.