So many things have happened in the last year, but the poignancy of this poem still stands.
A Newtown Poem
***Twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38 when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.
Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air. They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
They were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say. they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
“Where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse. “this is heaven.” declared a small boy. “We’re spending Christmas at God’s house.”
When what to their wondering eyes did appear, but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same. then He opened His arms and He called them by name
and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring those children all flew into the arms of their King
and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace, one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.
and as if He could read all the questions she had He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”
then He looked down on earth, the world far below He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe
then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand, “Let My power and presence re-enter this land!”
“may this country be delivered from the hands of fools” “I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!”
then He and the children stood up without a sound. “come now my children, let me show you around.”
Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran. all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can. and I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight
“In the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”
Written by a Gentleman in Southern Pa***
Christine A. Eastburg ChrisCross Time Management LLC Home / Office Detail~Organize~Stage 612.250.575
I have never anticipated the prospect of having an empty nest. You could call it denial or call it a desire to keep my children close and safe, but I have coasted along for many years not realizing how hard it would be to release my children to adulthood and thus to the world out there.
My daughters are well-trained. They are moral, productive citizens, and I am so proud of their accomplishments and abilities. We have always worked together as a team–their father and I as a minister of music and of the Word; they as musicians and sound technicians.
Over the years, there has been so much concentration on work that I missed the fact that my girls were also needing to find their own persons to love. After all, family love is one thing, but espousal love is something entirely different.
I truly believe that my girls will desire a man of integrity and honor; one who treats them well and respects them as persons. I would want this to be reciprocal because both parties in a union must respect and honor one another. I would encourage them to look for nothing less in the person they choose.
This is simply thought and the desires of my heart for them both. I pray that GOD will honor these desires. Nevertheless, I am aware that their choices are just that–their choices. I cannot choose for them, I don’t believe in arranged marriages, but what I can do is pray–fervently and unceasingly. I can trust in a GOD who has never failed me and in whose hands I will place my children. The thought of not having them asleep in my home is over-whelming and will become reality some day, but I pray for sons who will understand my mother’s heart and allow them to return to my bosom when they need to relate, and who will desire to relate also. I pray for beautiful grandchildren who will reflect the core values of their parents and grandparents.
Am I dreaming an impossible dream? No, I don’t think so. Life has proven that this is possible. Whatever the choices that my daughters make, whomever they choose to love and care for, their Dad and I will bless them and pray for them as my parents blessed and prayed for me and my choices so many years ago.
