Thank You God, How Can I Help
Three years ago, a cruel genetic whim,
Apocalyptic rants, belligerent eyes,
Buildings screaming, people staring at him,
Afraid of the terror that he felt inside.
Three years ago, under a night sky filled
With cold stars, I weep a mother’s worst fear,
So afraid he will die or be killed,
Crying into a void I thought could not hear.
Three years ago, the cold stars become warm,
Something greater than human eyes can see,
Holds me close, embraced by a loving arm,
To my heart come the words “He will be with Me.”
Three days ago, clowning around with a friend,
His memory of terror by now has grown dim.
We did not know how those dark times would end
But my son’s warm eyes tell God loves being with him.
--meganthemegan, December 8, 2006
Apocalyptic rants, belligerent eyes,
Buildings screaming, people staring at him,
Afraid of the terror that he felt inside.
Three years ago, under a night sky filled
With cold stars, I weep a mother’s worst fear,
So afraid he will die or be killed,
Crying into a void I thought could not hear.
Three years ago, the cold stars become warm,
Something greater than human eyes can see,
Holds me close, embraced by a loving arm,
To my heart come the words “He will be with Me.”
Three days ago, clowning around with a friend,
His memory of terror by now has grown dim.
We did not know how those dark times would end
But my son’s warm eyes tell God loves being with him.
--meganthemegan, December 8, 2006
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