THIS PAGE IS FOR THE WRITINGS OF
SHEILA McFARLANE
EQUILIBRIUM
Did you see small fingers reaching to be held from above?
Did you see an old and frail hand that fluttered in search of love?
Did you look for understanding where none was to be found?
Did you think if you held that little hand
or cradled the aged one,
that all you ever needed
might balance out the scale?
To ?
To touch your eyes and feel your smile,
To hear your voice calm, assuring, yet once again,
To sit nestled in watery sunlight forgiving things undone
and asking forgiveness for things counted as pain,
To be an angel and hold your hands,
To know all that has been and will be,
Then, just maybe, we would walk together in light.
LITTLETON
Today the children cried,
guns exploded, friends died.
Classmates, teachers ran and fell,
shots echoed in halls like hammers of hell.
Today the children cried
while running in fear, trying to hide.
Heroes were made as some broke free,
looking for others who could no longer be.
Today the children cried
their world shifted and hope died.
Today we all cried
and the bells of Denver tolled the tears.
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