About the Poem
Seems senseless to have to post this in a category of Life . . . when, in fact, it is about the very cruel and savage taking of lives. We cannot afford this loss. Dedicated to the lost teens of the Littleton, Colorado, high school shooting rampage. May you rest with God.
|by Marge Tindal
|I heard the beat of angels' wings,
as if hurrying in their flight.
The soft, but steady, whirring
of angels in the night.
They circled 'round Columbine High
and waited for the nod.
They gathered the souls of students.
They were sent by God.
They quickly found the children,
took them gently by the hand,
they carried your child to God;
safe from this violent land.
God spread the gates
of Heaven wide.
He bade the angels
bring your child inside.
The trumpets of Gabrielle's angels
played a welcoming call.
The angels of Columbine High are gathered
now in Heaven's Hall.
Rest ye' now your weary hearts.
Let your teardrops fall.
God now holds your children safe
in Heaven's Hallowed Hall.
See a star.
Reach for the light.
Your children are glowing
in God's magic night.