For the Children of Newtown, CT

A Poem for the Children of Newtown

15 thoughts on “For the Children of Newtown, CT

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    Amy's Cooking Adventures says:

    How powerful – I hope you don’t mind if I reshare this on my blog

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      Rachel Segovia says:

      What a wonderful message! God’s peace be with the families and friends of these young souls. Thank you for sharing!

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      Joe Sammarco says:

      This poem eloquently and sensitively bespeaks the kind of unshakable faith Jesus Christ instills in his followers. Thank you for sharing it here.

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    Terri A. says:

    This is great!

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    Jen C says:

    Newtown is about 15 minutes away from my house. It’s still unbelievable but those little children are angels in heaven now!

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    Bailey says:

    that is so sweet and sad at the same time!! :(

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    Jan B. says:

    This should get read on TV!!!! Beautiful!

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    Rita says:

    This is beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing.

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    scianna says:

    this is amazing and beautiful!!

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    Kathy says:

    Thank you.

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    Rowen starr says:

    I hope you don’t mind if I share my poem I wrote after hearing about the shooting and imagining if it was my little son who was killed.

    Newtown, Connecticut
    (a poem for my son)

    You cannot promise anyone anything.
    I promised my son just last night
    I would always be there forever
    to protect him,
    to keep him always safe,
    to make sure nothing bad
    would ever happen to him.
    I pulled his blankets up around him
    and told him what a good boy he was,
    and how much his daddy loved him.

    O God. You were such a perfect son.
    My anger thumps like a shaking fist.

    I want to hug you
    and fall into the grave with you.
    I want to hold you
    as you cry in my arms,
    as dirt falls on us.
    Do not be afraid.
    I will keep you safe.
    I am here to protect you and keep you safe.
    You are a good boy.
    Daddy loves you very, very much.
    Daddy keeps all his promises.

    I know you need to feel love.
    All I feel is anger
    You are my little warrior.
    You were so brave,
    in those minutes
    that passed
    while your friends were being shot,
    knowing your turn could be coming.
    The silence between the gunshots
    filled with the rage of angels.

    I am sorry I did not keep my promise.
    I am sure you were looking for me
    to come and save you from dying.
    I can picture your eyes.
    Those eyes that looked up at me
    the day you were born.

    I am standing in the backyard
    looking at your toys.
    All those thing I want to say to you.
    I just want us all, you and mom and me.
    Gathered around the table again for supper.
    I tell myself not to cry.

    Lift up your head daddy
    do not cry.
    Remember the way things were
    before I was broken.

    Someday I will build a monument to you
    So I never forget what blind hate stole from me.
    Someday I will come to you my good little boy.
    We are all but dust particles and water in sunlight.
    Nothing else lies between us now.
    Not time. Not space. Nothing, but the thinking.

    The soul of my soul is sorry.
    I am so sorry you and your classmates died.

    I keep writing these sentences wondering
    if the words are wilting,
    because there is nothing that can be said
    under the weight.
    I will sit here for a moment longer

    I had just come back from Christmas shopping,
    when I first heard the news.
    I felt guilty and folded in on myself
    as I began to understand what happened.
    It could have been my boy.
    He is such a good boy.
    His daddy loves him very, very much.

    by Rowen Starr,
    December 16, 2012

    Note: This work only attempts to describe the indescribable horror being experienced by the parents.

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    Beks says:

    This is wonderful. I’m going to share, if that’s all right.

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    Ms. Betty Sue's says:

    I love your post about Jesue and the children. What a wonderful way to look at such a tragic situation. I truly believe that the Lord provides something good to come out of even the most horrific of situations… somehow. Those babies and their teachers are in dancing with Jesus this Christmas. They are in a much more beautiful place than we could ever imagine, even at this time of year. I am confident they are happy there with Jesus and continue to play together. God bless all of their souls and all of the hearts around the world that are suffering for their losses.

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    Marg and Bill Griffiths says:

    Our thoughts an prayers are with all of the families and teachers who lost their lives in this terrible shooting. Having lost a child at birth, I can empathize with you what you are feeling at this time. Time will allow you to heal but everyone has to do this in their own way and in their own time. May you find peace and warmth through prayer and in knowing that others share your pain. May God be with you during these difficult times.

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