As We Wait to Learn…

As We Wait to Learn Their Names

This grief too large, beyond the bounds of reason,
it stops the heart, for parents left bereft,
for children lost before their fairest season;
it stops the heart and steals the taken breath.

I did not know a one � not name or face;
they lived a thousand weary miles away,
but with my country joined in frenzied space,
I fight back tears and rage against this day.

Earthquake, tornado, accident and fire,
or act of God, disease and pestilence;
each bitterly unfair, but here's the pyre
where burns the darkest fear, the precipice...

The fear that leaves us battered, broken, bent:
This tragedy, this one, we could prevent.


This is pretty raw, but that's okay. So am I.

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