Grieving with OrlandoA Poem by Bob BA weary calm settles this week on Orlando As loved ones filled with sadness do their best To grapple with their state of numb perplexion As shooting victims are being laid to rest.
Funeral parlors schedule visitations Of those whose lives so abruptly ended. Families and friends unite in grief, Their lives temporarily suspended.
A church bell tolls forty-nine times As mourners fill the city with candlelight. Some of the injured who manage to be present Are scarred by memories of the dreadful night.
A makeshift memorial of cards, flowers, wreaths, And flags honors those who lost their lives. Despite the pain and anguish of the mourners, A clear, powerful sense of love survives.
Some services will be held in tandem For loving couples who together died. Other services will be held in private By grieving families who are horrified
That members of the Westboro Baptist Church-- That vicious, fiendish, ruthless congregation Of heartless hatemongers--might appear To inflict cruel pain and degradation.
Sometimes hiding behind the mask of religion Hatred manifests itself until Believers are moved to action, mistakenly Thinking that they're carrying out God's will.
As we mourn, we pause to contemplate The President's words so kind and aptly spoken When he met with the victims' grieving families And told them that our hearts, too, are broken.
Totally beyond our understanding Is the depth of other people's sorrow. May the love that they receive today Help to mitigate their pain tomorrow.
(6-18-16) © 2016 Bob B |
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Added on June 18, 2016 Last Updated on June 18, 2016 |