A poem prayer inspired by a multiple-murder case in Terrytown outside New Orleans, La., which included a toddler, a 6-year-old, and an 11-year-old. Sadly at Easter.
Like a Revelations Day
By Nordette Adams
When the lights go down in NOLA in the 3rd, in the 9th, in the 7th,
on streets not known for cultured gardens,
we hunch in corners, curl behind locked doors.
When the lights go up in NOLA, the city's staged with blood.
We stumble into her streets stuttering, hands stretched like blind men, fingers
fumbling at silver crucifixes, searching for the blank wooden cross.
We cry to believe that You came in flesh and escaped death for us all.
O' God, we need you, our fingers creep for the hem of your garment.
Our children fatten undertakers. POW! POW POW POW!
Is this what a last day is? Is this the last days we heard of,
that mothers and fathers would not know their children,
that children would hate brother and sister?
If a mother must go to one more funeral,
she will go into the grave with that child.
If a grandmother has to bail out one more son,
she will lock herself in the cell.
If a child has to dodge one more bullet,
will she clamor to meet her end?
O' Lord, we fall on our knees.
We fall on our knees and seek your face.
We seek your face, we wail at chaos.
Rein in evil, Lord. Counsel our souls to order.
(c) 2009 Nordette Adams
Read more about the tragedy that inspired this poem-prayer at this link
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