How long had he been broken;
seems the whole world wants to know
why so many saw him empty,
and so many let him go.

Was it the school that let him wander,
or the doctors who saw no fear?
Was it another fateful message,
a cry for help no one would hear?

And so we move along and onward,
looking still for one to blame,
that we might recognize the broken
and tag them soon insane.

But no one ever stops to question
what they could have done if given light.
Could they have reached beyond the darkness,
to touch the hand of wrong with right?

There are no laws that will protect us
from that which looms beyond the mind;
no stop of guns or ammunition,
will be our golden cure to find.

Only love can ever heal us
from broken hearts and broken lives.
Until compassion finds the courage
to go beyond where comfort lies.

Just one soul that stirs in darkness
for that which knows their will to touch,
shall erase the mark of sorrows
when love becomes more than enough ~

to hold our grief and hold our pardon,
to hold forgiveness for things undone ~

to hold the seeds of true compassion
to heal ourselves, the broken ones.

Author’s Note: This was originally penned in April 2007,
following shootings by a lone gunman Virginia Teach.
But it applicable to more than one ~ whether it is
a Town Hall meeting in Arizona, a youth camp in Sweden,
or a movie theatre in Colorado.

~ We must never forget that we belong to each other.