Tuesday, April 14, 2009

In Memory

I wrote the following poem a couple days after the shootings at Virginia Tech, two years ago this week. I post it here in honor of all who died that day.

Thirty-two Stories
by Lynda Allen

One heart on the surface grown cold.
Thirty-two stories being told.

One heart alone and lost.
Thirty-two stories the cost.

One heart buried beneath rage.
Thirty-two stories fill the page.

One heart who we could not reach.
Thirty-two stories left behind to teach.

One heart alone among us all.
Thirty-two stories a mourning call.

One heart with anger as its cell.
Thirty-two stories of those who fell.

One heart that would not heal
Thirty-two stories read as we kneel.

One heart in the soul’s darkest night.
Thirty-two stories shared and hearts unite.

One heart to learn to forgive.
Thirty-two stories to remind us how to live.

One love unites all souls.
Thirty-three times the bell tolls.



In memory of all who died at Virginia Tech on April 16, 2007

1 comment:

emily said...

(chills)

That would be a cool song.

I'm linking this post to my new post. Today is "Ruination Day," you know. Lincoln was shot, the Titanic hit the iceberg, and it's the anniversary of the "dust storm that turned day into night." Maybe we should all stay in.