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The Tiny Fleet of Sandy Hook Angels

 

 

A tiny fleet of Angels

Graced the World one day

Seven years they walked the earth

Immersed in children’s play

 

We thought we knew their purpose

‘To be nurtured and uplift

Each assigned a family

With which to share their gifts

 

Each child is like a song of God

A sacred celestial tone

But the music ended abruptly one day

God called his Angels home

 

Now the world feels cheated

Because of what transpired

How could death so cruelly take

What heaven has inspired?

 

But the world has gone complacent

Indifferent to the core

With this devastating wake-up call

The golden rule can be restored

 

God in his infinite wisdom

Set sights on something grand

To restore the milk of human kindness

In the brotherhood of man

 

These children are etched in our hearts

On a canvas made of pain

Yet, where the gully of anguish is carved

Their innocence remains

 

This tiny fleet of angels

That reawakened the heart of man

Is the golden instrument to mark and gauge

Where Peace on Earth began.

 

Jen Ward

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