The morning started out the same,
With breakfast, laughs, perhaps a game...
Then " I love yous " and off to school...
Not knowing that an evil fool
Would bring an end
To life and love,
For those so young... Now up above
They soar with mighty angels' wings,
And sing the songs the angels sing!
No time! For suddenly life changed,
A sad young man, somehow deranged,
With guns in hand and no
regret,
Took lives away...Who can forget
The anguish, loss and heartache, too???
Our children, teachers, those of you
Who filled our hearts and lives with joy,
Are gone! No time to save her girl, his boy!!!
No time! For quickly death arrived,
And twenty-eight are now deprived
Of growing older! Why's? and tears
Will now be shared for many years
By loved ones left behind to grieve...
Yet in the midst, somehow believe
That surely good will come from bad!
And peace again, for Moms and Dads...
Is my prayer!
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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