In the City of David
A canopy of shimmers (with one King strong) Globed that night When the angel spoke tidings And the song of the flute Came to the field, When the knighthood of heaven Praised with the Godsong of wonder For the ushered child Of the manger, The Christ Child, Whose man hand would thrust The heart of humanity Against the Source of love, Whose death would fuse The gap of sin, Whose resurrection would shake The world with victory. — Jama Kehoe Biggerpoetry
Connecticut Governor Dannel Malloy called for residents of his state to observe a moment of silence and ringing of bells at 9:30 a.m. today to mark a week since a 20-year-old gunman killed his mother and then stormed Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, where he shot to death 20 children and six adults before killing himself.
Here is my poem to honor those lost….
Memories
They come around the corner of my day.
The memories.
And there you are.
Miles of memories, placed end to end
that stretch across the landscape of my years.
Good times merge with sad
and both survive.
Yesterday is now
never dying only changing form.
Memories of moments and memories full-length,
the sound of your voice, the rich laughter,
the smile, the way you say my name.
The stories, the holidays, the wisdom, the fun.
Now, what is, isn’t
But what was, will always be.
The memories.
And there you are.
And every time you greet me with love.
— by Jama Kehoe Bigger