A Poem for Littleton

TO: L I T T L E T O N
FROM: G O D
DATE: A P R I L 2 1, 1 9 9 9

Dear Parents, Friends and Loved Ones
Of these precious youth you've lost,
I see your broken spirits;
I know the terrible cost.

Though evil reigned at Columbine
And horror filled the air,
I wanted all of you to know
I left Heaven and came there.

I summoned Heaven's Angels
Long before the call came in,
To share the dreadful warning
Of what would soon begin.

The angels' wings were folded;
They knew what was to come.
When I said, "I'll lead this mission,"
They followed one by one.

"I will go and get these babies
And bring them home with me,
Where they'll live in Heaven's Schoolhouse,
Where it's safe and terror free."

Yes, I've prepared a Special Schoolhouse.
It stands out from all the rest.
The Welcome Mat reads, "Columbine;"
It's reserved for Heaven's best.

I was hovering all around them,
In the Library and the Hall.
When the evil forces entered,
Your children heard me call.

I wrapped my arms around them,
Pulled them close unto my breast.
"I've come to take you with me.
We must go and leave the rest."

"Your friends will long remember
All the cool times that we shared,
And the Angels will remind them
How very much you cared."

Yes, I took those precious children
In the twinkling of an eye.
We were on our way to Heaven,
To their Schoolhouse in the sky.

I know your hearts are broken.
I know the pain you bear.
My heart is also broken
By the evil everywhere.

Please help me fight this battle
To keep our children safe,
Through prayers and love and sharing
And holding to the Faith,

That Peace will surely reign one day
In schools throughout the lands,
For all our future hopes and dreams
Rest in our students' hands.

I'll give you peace to fill your heart,
Send sun to break the night,
Provide the strength to move beyond
The wrongs and do what's right.

You ask how I can know your pain,
>From the loss of your dear one,
It's because it seems like yesterday,
When I, too, gave up a Son.

Author Unknown

I thought that this was very appropriate, considering all the grief that the parents went through. When I first got this, a week or so after the shooting, it touched my heart. Thank you for writing this, whoever you are.