Monday, April 16, 2007

Requiem æternam...

Some time ago, I spent a short time in a community where one young man beat another to death. I and a colleague brought flowers to the parents of the young man who had died. I thought of that (no surprise here) today.

To see a murdered child in a grieving parent's eye
Opens a wound at the end of memory,
Faces the blankness of road now dark
Nothing more to say, no word but sorrow,
No sorrow out of place.

For those of us who believe, let us keep the dead, and even more the living left behind, in our prayers.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Welcome! Thank you for taking the time to comment.

We welcome comments from everyone, and we especially welcome feedback from people who don't agree with what we have written.

We insist on only three things in the comments you leave:

1 Avoid profanity

2 Show reasonable civility

3 Do NOT post spam

We review comments with iffy language and product links on a case by case basis.