Storm

Storm  (E) A glimpse of terror in school and prayer of a teacher. #744065 by sybil

We slid into panic
wet with tears
hands over head
we knelt there.
A darkened hallway
flooded with fear
sobbing, sweating,
wondering, waiting;
I could not stop
the scream in my mind,
thundering inside
whipping images
headline pages
of a SCHOOL in terror
and all the little souls
kneeling down in there.
And I understand
and mourn for those
whose storm will not end.
Ours will surely cease.
As I pray for calm,
as I pray for PEACE.
Comfort them all,
hold each hand
in your own.
Sooth every tear
of each little soul
who wanted to go home.
and comfort the teacher
who desperately wanted
to get them there.