Lord, we cannot lift up our hearts today. The hot breath of chaos draws tears from our eyes. We crouch in silent playgrounds trembling as little ghosts tumble by in wakes of leaves. We stare hollow-eyed as we enumerate the paths of could have lead to anywhere but here. We press against the door, hide in the closet, call to you, but evil seeks us out and we cannot lift up our hearts because we are placing them in a score of tiny shrouds at your feet.
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RT @AdamInCLE: Wrote this: Prayer for #Newtown II — http://t.co/6NCilAwU #poetry