I'm a writer, but I have no words
that can bring comfort, or ease pain.
The terror that the children must have suffered.
The fear that the adult victims suffered.
The unending pain the parents, and siblings, and spouses, and children of the victims will suffer everyday hereafter.
The broken families.
The shattered dreams.
The missing laughter and smiles.
Never to hug or hold again.
For all those who suffered loss,
The quiet brings pain
and the darkness, tears.
Nothing will ever explain it away.
There are no words.
Only faith that loved ones will be reunited
in the Kingdom that comes.
I'll cry some tears tonight
for all those whose eyes have run dry.
And embrace my wife and sons
a little tighter ... just a little tighter.