Because they saw a sky of Wedgwood blue
Grass burned brown,
Flowers flat upon the ground
With tread marks left by tanks, and soldiers’ trucks…
Rainbows covering a molten sky
With colors never seen before that day…
God’s wonder could not erase…
the sight
the sound
the blood…
The children wept with whispered tears.
Sounds so low they pierced an angel’s soul
Were heard reverberating from the earth…
Cries so loud they bounced right off the sky.
The angels wept and so did I.
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Such sadness, it leaves us with only each other to cling to, sometimes only angels. We can weave some things out over time but others are stamped in the fabric and forever touch the design.
Sometimes the earth seems to mock us. Like rainy weddings and sunny funerals.
such beautiful words, about such a sad topic.
the line, “Sounds so low they pierced an angel’s soul” pulled on my heart… which goes out to the children who’s eyes have seen such “rainbows”…
this one reverberates in each beat of heart – remembering so many lives, silence in the sobs.