In Mourning

My hometown was paralyzed Friday, December 14th. I'm still feeling a bit paralyzed myself, grieving as I would someone I knew personally. This was an anonymous poem I received in an email and I feel I need to share it too.

"Twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38

When 20 darling children stormed through heaven's gate,

Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air,

They could hardly believe the beauty, of all that they saw there,

They were filled with such joy, they knew not what to say,

For they remembered nothing, of what happened earlier that day.

"Where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse,

"This is heaven." said a boy. "It's Christmas at God's house,

"When what to their wondering eyes did appear,

But Jesus, their savior, and the babes gathered near,

He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same,

Then He opened forth His arms, and called them each by name,

In that very moment, was joy that heaven will bring,

Those children all flew into the arms of their gracious King,

And as they lingered in the glow of His warm embrace,

One small girl turned and looked right into Jesus' face,

Then as if He could read all the questions she had,

He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of Mom and Dad".

Then He looked down on earth, the world so far below.

He saw and wept for all hurt, and all the deep sorrow,

He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,

"Let My power and presence re-enter this land!"

Then He and the children stood up without a sound.

"Come now my little children, let me show you all around".

Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.

All displaying exuberant joy that only a child can.

And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,

"In the midst of this darkness, I am still the light."