2012, children, connecticut, december 15, lutheran, newtown, poem, poetry, sandy hook, shooting, theology, tragedy
There’s a sound I do not hear.
It is not heralding victory from atop the recess jungle gym.
It is not giggling from carpeted rooms of sunlit color.
It is not humming and thumbing the book pages.
It is not calling out “red light” or “green light”.
It is not whispering a secret to a best friend.
It is not skipping across the hopscotch tiles.
It is not performing a sing-song alphabet.
It is not offering friendship for candy.
It is not weeping for Mama.
It is not calling for Papa.
It is not fearless.
It is not there.
There is a sound that I hear.
It is there.
It is without fear.
It calls, “Papa, I’m safe.”
It heartily urges, “Mama, don’t cry.”
It offers friendship amidst treasures.
It joyfully performs unearthly hymnodies.
It fearlessly skips the chasm of eternal death.
It whispers the revealed news of a Friend who saves.
It calls, “Go forward. Fight the good fight and do not stop.”
It hums and it thumbs through the Book of Life’s heavy pages.
It giggles and hops, sprints and glides among the gilded streets.
It heralds at heaven’s peak, with a might greater than the angels, a victory that shakes the very archways of eternity.
It calls forth with confidence, “O death, where is your victory? O, death, where is your sting?”
It is the sound of the little ones to whom heaven belongs.
Debbie LoCascio said:
Amen, brother. 🙂
Sandy Brandt said:
Chris, this is beautiful and so uplifting. As always, you help us focus on His gift of salvation and our Heavenly home. Love you. Sandy
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And you, Sandy. Glad you appreciated it.
This simply arrests all movement and time. Inspired? Most assuredly.
Chris, the chiastic structure is filled with ancient echoes. A descent and rising bringing a strength to our loss … Yet filled with hope.
Yep. Chiasm. I tried to make it visual, the fact that in this life we are being wittled away to nothing and yet the hope we have builds in the opposing direction. It happens right now, but not yet.