On Highlands Pond in Meeting Mr. Jesus Christ

I heard shotgun blasts. Fifteen. Then dozens more. So I went outdoors to discern the direction of the sound. Oh dear God, it’s quite near by! The shooting slowed and I began to hear cries and mourning of souls.

Again with the shots. The cries became louder. What mad man would do such evil, all for personal gain? Why end so many lives? I came inside to escape the gut wrenching sounds, though the shots unceasingly permeate these walls. And my heart. My soul poured out in tears. My body flinched at each resounding blast.

I prayed for insanity simply to end.

An hour later silence has come. Every. One. Is. Gone. The crying has ended. Save for the echoing in my head of geese mourning their dead .

Last updated November 02, 2014