Child of Light

morning glow frosted pine

Child of Light,

we’re frozen here –

smeared with blight,

not Christmas cheer;

Shine Your star

into dark hearts,

draw us where

true healing starts.

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For the beautiful children of Connecticut – we miss you already…

Farewell

Farewell to the son of the sunset hair,

your sun has set too soon.

The sky is mourning in its lair,

her cries obscure the moon.

The world grows dark upon your course,

for one less light here shines;

the weeping wind  blows rain clouds hoarse,

for sunset hair she pines.

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Dedicated to the young man who tragically lost his life last night.  Your world mourns you…