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A pale, cold sun rose
As darkness retreated
behind a blood-covered sky.
There was no morning.
Birds perched motionless in trees.
A cold, bitter wind chilled bone and sinew.
The Angel of Death cries,
“Punctured in a spray of metal.”
“The harvest of this crop of souls
Never should have been.”
Lodged in the eternity of winter
A final sigh “Mommy…Daddy…”
Fades into the abyss…
A Mother tears her dress.
A Father bursts in silence.
The earth is in convulsion.
Fire spins out of control
From the bowels of Sheol,
And God weeps on his heavy throne
There is no morning today.
Grey clouds hover above
Throbbing helicopters hanging on a thread
Urgent scream of ambulances.
A nation asks “Why?”
Questions descend like rain
On the hardened soil of Virginia Tech.
But answers remain hidden behind the stars.
Absalom, Absalom, my son!
David howled….
And Eve wept
As Abel lay murdered in the dust
Enthroned and hidden beyond the heavens
Dear God, do not hide your face from us
Reveal yourself in Blacksburg,Virginia
And restore the morning soon.
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