I thought I had a bad dream one night and awoke to find us all living the nightmare. It still continues...

I am overcome
With terror and words I cannot even speak
With sorrow, sadness and pain
To have witnessed such an event
To have witnessed the execution
Of so many innocent people
To be helpless to do anything.

I am overcome
With cynicism in a world gone mad
To see a government who once banned prayer in school
Pray together to a God they had all but tried to erase from our minds.
Like frightened children we run back.
Looking for forgiveness, for comfort,
In despair we ask to be consoled
Like protocol son's we come crawling home.

I am overcome
With pride for heroes unspoken
For those who died so others might live
For those who gave their lives for their country
And on cell phones bid loved ones goodbye.
For everyday people who gave in an instant
More than many of us give in a lifetime.

I am overcome
With grief for all of our murdered sisters and brothers
For wives, husbands, children left behind.
Who daily will always ask, "Why?"
With questions and answers we yet have none
For candles still burning and flags still flying
Will it last long? Will justice come quickly and swiftly
To send back to hell those who have done this?

I am overcome
With fear
With the realization
That maybe we are no longer safe or free
Now we must always be wary
That from our sleep we have been awakened
To the terrible fact
That we live in an evil world.



I am overcome
With hope
That prayer will now not go out of fashion
That loving each other will become the new way
With knowing
That if God comes to find me today
Or tomorrow
That I happily will follow
Gladly will serve
Will see all of my friends, families,
And those that went before me
on that September morning,
Welcoming me home
To stay.