I can hear all the voices, of our children at play,
as they skip in the winds, of a cool autumn day.
Headed for homes, with their best of friends,
they haven't a care, as their school day has end.
Their minds still so tender, and free of life's cares,
as they sing to the music, of the songs that they hear.
Children laughing and playing as they scurry along,
to their places of shelter, where they're free of harm.
In the voices I hear, there's one now who's missing,
in it's place only quiet, where once there was dancing.
For the voice of a child, full of life and it's dream's,
has been silenced in sleep, far to soon as it seems.
I dream of a place, where every child can play,
dancing in green fields, of safer worlds than today.
Where the fear of harm, is never on their young mind,
and the dangers we know, will be erased for all time.
Sleep well every little one, who has left us too soon,
wear stars in your crown, as you dance on the moon.
Lay safe in the shelter, of the one, who gave you to us,
where you rest, are the angels, and a God you can trust!
Written By : Barbara A. Carlan 10/23/2009
I suppose nothing has touched me more than the recent headlines of a young girls life being taken too soon at the hands of an evil predator. This little girls life was precious in the sight of the Lord. Somer Renee Thompson belonged to all of us as Americans. She is every mother's daughter, every father's little girl and every grandparent's grandchild. Her story has touched me so profoundly that I felt compelled to write a poem in her memory. May you rest in peace little Somer Renee Thompson and may your family know the conforting arms of Christ love, in your abscence!
In His Love,
Barbara A. Carlan