In the morning hours in fair Virginia,
a blazing barrel claims thrity-two lives.
These were mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,
friends, daughters, sons, cousins, husbands, and wives.
Though the souls of the victims have risen
to join the Lord, God, in Heaven above,
there remain the friends and the families
who must mourn the loss of the ones they love.
We, as a nation, must band together
for those survivors in their hour of need.
It is our duty to help them to stand,
show them the way and help them to proceed
with life in memory of their loved ones.
We must give our sympathy, show we care
for the sould of the dead and the living.
Now, we offer the Lord a special prayer...
Dear Lord,
Please be with these broken hearts,
and allow these wounds to mend.
Protect the spirits of the dead,
those poor souls whose lives did end.
Please be with those who remain,
help return the joy again.
Lay your healing hands on them,
bless thr broken hearts. Amen.
Author notes
I read a poem from the contest and decided I would give it a shot. Just the thought that our words might help ease the pain of those who lost the ones they love... It's an inspiration. I hope that you all feel the same way.
~Spike~
