In Parkland… the dead did not lie down,
Did not let the bullet holes
Be cauterized by denial
Or the passage of time,
This time the wound stays open
Lit by troubled light,
The moment grips – raw, unprocessed
Held in place by children’s outrage…
Forfeiting their youth to become
Flash-points for change,
Demanding courage…demanding action,
Stepping into the hail of media gunfire
To speak their truth
Now each child
A messenger,
Their open heart transforms, unites
Summons us to our own human voice…
Calling out
Through the barbed wire mesh
Of politics & money & fear
To tell the stories
Of Sandy Hook & Parkland
Over and over again,
Until the pain evolves
Into the imprint
Of love’s fierce grace…
…and we rise up as a people
to break the spell of the gun…