Stille Nacht
No, it was not a dream.
We wake on bitter knees
playing 52 card pick-up.
Of the things that befall us
this one pierces deeper for
lost are the least of these.
The killing of children is
the killing of everything.
Tomorrow’s temptation will
be strong – to profess creeds
with uncrossed fingers.
Today we walk in shadows
of faith, that is, in doubt.
Suffer the little children.
They are going to be buried
for a long, long time.
took my breath away.
i just can’t…
Holy beautiful….
My sermon Sunday will be “The slaughter of the innocents” from Matthew 2:16-18
Dad
If I had any real breath to draw, this would have taken it right away. Have had very little of that stuff since yesterday morning…
Reblogged this on Esse Diem and commented:
Sometimes only a poet can touch the truth.
Yes, they are going to be buried for a long, long time. Sometimes we are tempted to say, “God, you can’t fix this.”
wordless…
John, you broke my heart in the best way.
Poignant and so powerful!!
Every parent worries once again.
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