Quiet tears

Quiet tears grace my cheek

For children I do not know

Just one day shall soon be one week

As presents get covered in snow

Icy hearts may never thaw

The summer may never come

Rocking wails will echo on

The insanity of it all

I say the prayers and beseeching God

For no human power can assuage 

The grief of loss so bitterly cast

It's evil hand upon our age

Though I know them not I clearly see

Together we must turn

Gently lay in final sleep

And pray our sleep will return

As for me

My tears will dry

My brave face 

It will return

But for tonight

I let them run

Tears fueled by grief

For the innocents that have been harmed

Alone at night

I send a prayer for those that suffer more

Asking God to place their burden 

Squarely where it can be bore

I'll gladly take up

The mourners cross

And drag it down my lane

I shed the tears for tragedy

That will never be explained

Quiet tears

They wet my sheets

Down my cheek they run

Quietly I thank my God

For my daughters and my sons

To these prayers

I will avail

There is nothing more I can do

Join my now in this travail

There's nothing more to do

Quiet tears

Quiet night

Yet I can hear the wails

Children lost and parents grief 

Everything else just pales

Quiet tears

They are my lot

But nothing by compare

I pray dear God rush to them

And let them know your there

Reviews

[Shelley Holt-Lowrey]

This is perhaps the best piece you have ever done. I have politics on my mind whenever I recall the loss of these young ones. But with this piece... all of that is irrelevant. All that matters is written relight here.

There is a special God for children. I must believe that. And there ARE monsters among us.

[Amber]

Wow this is really beautiful and powerful. I very much enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing. :)