The Angels Are Crying

 I heard the news today. 

 

Oh boy, it hit me like a punch to my chest. 

 

Is my son safe at school?

 

What about my daughter working in the hospital?

 

Another day, one of too many to count.

 

Where I just want to hug my children.

 

Hold them tight. Doesn’t matter if it’s the one who is eleven to the one who just turned thirty. 

 

I can’t even begin to comprehend what their parents are thinking nor how they are feeling. 

 

The emptiness. Being engulfed in so much pain and sadness that their world is a blur. 

 

And their hearts; must be as heavy as a bolder. 

 

First day excitement & jitters for the children of Annunciation. 

 

A beautiful Minneapolis Day. Until…

 

One angel started to cry and then another. 

 

It’s happened again. Eight and ten

 

We go and pray. 

 

We pray for their parents.

 

We pray for their brothers.

 

We pray for their sisters.

 

We pray for their teachers.

 

We pray for their community. 

 

We pray for their young, innocent souls.

 

We pray to our leaders. 

 

But they don’t hear our calls. 

 

The angels continue to cry. 

 

Innocent souls are lost. 

 

We send our thoughts. 

 

We pray. 

 

Aren’t they hearing our prayers?

 

When will they hear them?

 

I hope it’s not too late.  

 

I pray…it might be. 

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