“Death reaps the beauty of the world
Bundles old crops to hasten anew,
Be still, heart:
Growing is better than decay:
I hear the blade, which severs life from life.
Be still, peace:
Death is passing on—
The making way of life and time for life.
Hate dying and killing, not death.
Be still, heart:
Make no expostulation.
Hold peace and grief
And be still.”
– Lord Mhoram (Stephen R. Donaldson)
The taking of any life is heinous. But taking the life of an innocent child is an act beyond imagination to me. There are no words in my mouth or head that can describe how I feel. I live in that town and have for many years. I live only a short distance from that school. So this one hits close to home.
Sandy Hook is a part of Newtown, a very quiet town. Boring in fact. Everyone is friendly, everyone wears a smile. And its’ not a forced one. We like each other. New England living at its’ finest.
But today that peace was shattered in a hail of bullets. Children taken away from their families and loved ones. The future changed in an instant. Who knows how those young lives could have enriched humanity. Ills cured, peace ennobled. But now we will never know. All we will know is aught but grief and to wonder why…
What has happened to us? When did we become so inured to the sacredness of life? What thoughts ran through his head? What kind of rage makes one kill a child? What manner of beast have we become? I have no answers only tears.
“…Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;…”
” And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”
William Butler Yeats