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Destruction falls
so easy,
creation in pain labors.
Our bones, they ache with knowing
how much goes into
growing
dream-filled youth, maturing minds;
how high
heap sacrifices
against unseen tomorrows.
Whose children are
these but ours;
in their killing we taste death,
and
for them alone our mourning,
while hot anger yet borning
for him who deals with demons
by assaulting peaceful
souls
sitting still, all in a row.
His ethnic genes irrelevent
no
intellect required,
no courage and no talent
for this reptilian event,
that any crazed fool can do.
Better suicide first tried
Or capture, then lifetime
thoughts.
Too much on him already;
our hearts, bitter as they
be,
seek a Word of consolation.
for us and all relations,
soothing nerve endings bruised,
frayed,
so that we can think again,
and find joy resurrected.
Trembling, trusting
the promise
that in God's arms they are held.
We, freed
for new hard tasking,
work just as everlasting:
joining
to honor the dead
in serving those who yet live,
while vengeance just vanishes.
Thus saith the Lord,
the One
who created you, Israel,
"Fear
not, for I redeemed you;
I called you by name, you're
mine.
When you pass through the waters
I will be as
wet as you;
and through the bank-full rivers,
they
shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through frightful
fire,
burned you won't be nor consumed,
For I am
the Lord your God,
the Holy One, your Savior.
You
are precious in my sight,
and honored, and I love
you"
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